#josef x male reader

[defectivevillain]

live to die another day

pairing: Josef/Reader

reader's gender & race are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors used.

summary: “Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you.

word count: 3.1k | ao3 version

From the moment you pull into the driveway, you know something is off. At the time, you can’t explain it. But you will soon have answers to all your questions.

It begins, as most things do, with a knock on a front door. As you had trudged up the steps of this cabin, nestled away in the forest, you couldn’t help but feel a bit wary. The place is a bit too secluded for your liking—and the axe lodged into the tree stump at the foot of the stairs certainly hadn’t increased your confidence. Still, you had ultimately decided to walk up the steps and knock on the door. It’s a bit too late to go back now, you think to yourself. Besides, a thousand dollars is a thousand dollars—and you need the money. 

There is no one answering the door, to your immediate annoyance. “Hello?” You say. There is no response. You decide to knock again, a bit louder than last time. For a few seconds, there is still no answer. Just as you’re about to turn around and abandon your plans for the day, the door slowly creaks open. 

There is a man standing in the doorway. He has short brown hair and greenish eyes, and he wears an unassuming black shirt and pants. Overall, he looks relatively normal. “Hello, I’m Josef,” the man says, his lips tugging ever so slightly at the corners. His smile sends a shiver down your spine. The gesture looks almost wooden—mechanical and unnatural. 

“Hi, I’m the videographer,” you say, before introducing yourself. You decide to use a fake name—as you normally do. You don’t think anyone needs to know your real name. The majority of your customers just want a specific service from you and, as long as your videography can fulfill their desires, they don’t care what your name is. 

Josef seems different in that regard. He stares at you for a moment with a scrutinizing gaze. “That’s not your real name,” he says, with a ghost of a smile, “I can tell.” Josef’s stare is eerie, as if he is peering right through you. 

“It is,” you lie through gritted teeth. Dusty alarms are flashing and blaring in your head. You need the money, you remind yourself. It doesn’t matter if this guy is a little weird. As long as you survive the night, you’ll be fine. You’ve seen weird before—you can handle weird. You just hope this guy isn’t outright dangerous. “It’s my real name.” You maintain. 

There is a long pause, wrought with silence and tension. “Okay,” Josef eventually remarks, although he looks disbelieving. “Well, anyway, I’m glad you’re here. Can we start with a hug?” You don’t even get a chance to shake your head and step away before you’re being tugged past the doorway and into a hug. The man’s arms wrap around you and, for a split second, his grip feels unbreakable. You feel your breath stutter and you just barely manage to keep your composure. You get the feeling you don’t hide your thoughts well enough, because Josef has a knowing grin on his face as you break apart. 

What Josef says next is, in a word, unbelievable. It’s not the story itself that seems untrue—it’s the way he delivers it. For some reason, you can’t get rid of the somewhat unfounded conviction that Josef is lying. You decide to play along, since you really don’t have a choice. It helps that Josef gives you half of the money you agreed on, with the promise that he’ll give you the rest once the night is up. Then, he promptly takes you upstairs and proclaims that he’s going to take a bath—to which you are forced to be an unwilling spectator. The man’s bath—or “tubby,” as he calls it—would be a sweet sentiment if it weren’t so… unsettling. You bite down any comments and manage to keep quiet the entire time. 

If the tubby is bad, then what follows is much worse. Josef proceeds to take you on a drive towards an undisclosed location that supposedly has water with healing properties. You’re then forced to follow after him on a long, brutal hike up rocky slopes and through thickets of trees. You’re very close to giving up and abandoning the money you were promised, but the two of you manage to make it to the place Josef was looking for. He seems to think the heart carved into the rock formation below is a “sign” meant for him, and you don’t have the energy to argue. Josef then urges you to join him in wading in the water. You try refusing, but he eventually grabs you by the arm and pulls you in before you can resist. Then, the man pulls you into another hug. You feel goosebumps rising along your skin—and not just from the freezing temperature of the water.

After your hike, you stop at a diner. Josef claims the place has excellent pancakes, yet he looks at the menu as if seeing it for the first time. This is yet another red flag to add to the quickly growing pile of unsettling observations you’ve made about him. You’ve made it this far, though. You’re more than halfway through the day now. You can do this. 

Your meal with Josef is awkward at first. You don’t feel like talking, and you can feel Josef’s gaze burning into your skin. Eventually, he is the one to break the silence. “Have you ever done something you’re ashamed of?” Josef asks you, in the hazy afternoon sunlight. 

You still feel that honesty is dangerous, so you make up a story about falling from your chair and hitting your head in kindergarten. Josef seems to buy it. He takes another bite of his pancakes, before a contemplative expression falls onto his face. 

“I have a confession to make,” he murmurs, looking at you expectantly. “Something I’m ashamed of.” You purse your lips and take a deep breath, before urging him to continue. Josef seems to hesitate. You can’t tell if his hesitation is genuine or manufactured. He pulls out his phone and opens his camera roll, before turning it around to show you. “I took pictures of you… when you first arrived.” Indeed, he swipes through several photos of you sitting in your car, walking up the steps, and standing near the front door. 

Your ears are ringing. Your vision is tunneling. “Why?” You choke out. 

“I thought… maybe if I got to know you before you got to know me… then I would be less scared.” Josef admits. He looks down at his interlocked hands. There is malice lingering in the pull of his lips. “Do you forgive me?”

Something is wrong with this man. You don’t know what it is, and you’re certain you don’t want to find out. You breathe in, breathe out. Blink a few times. You let your gaze wander across your surroundings. “...Yes.” You really don’t have a choice, do you? Whatever gets you out of this situation faster.

“Really?” Josef asks. 

“Yes,” you respond. Josef seems to visibly brighten, and his energy from before begins to return. Meanwhile, you’re trying to figure out how to leave as early as possible. Technically, you were booked for the whole day. Fortunately, it’s already turning dark outside. Once the two of you finish eating and head back to his place, it will be late enough for you to leave. You just need to survive the rest of this meal and the car ride back. 

Josef isn’t as keen to let you depart, however. Once you return to his home, he’s quick to head up the first few steps. Once he notices that you aren’t following him, he freezes and turns back around. “Come on, have a drink,” he smiles. In the dark, his eyes almost seem to glitter. 

“I really should go,” you say, shoving your trembling hands into your pockets. Your heel drags back against the gravel underneath your foot. You’re so close to your car. As if sensing your thoughts, Josef walks back down the steps and stops in front of you. He claps a hand on your shoulder. 

“Just one drink,” Josef insists. “Then, I promise you can leave.”

This is a horrible idea. His fingers are digging into your shoulder. “Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, refusing to acknowledge the dread coiling at the pit of your stomach. Josef’s grip leaves for a moment, before he slings his arm around your shoulders and leads you back up to his home. You’re grateful that it’s dark outside, because otherwise, he would likely see the terror you’re sure is written all over your face. Once you make it inside, Josef is quick to move to the kitchen and grab the whiskey. He returns with two glasses and pours you a drink. The two of you clink glasses and take a drink. You cough at the sheer strength of the alcohol. 

“Look at us,” Josef says after a moment. “This has just been a great day. I’ve just made a friend.” We’re not friends is lodged in your throat. For some reason, you feel as if it’s dangerous to disagree. So, instead, you keep quiet. 

For a while, there is nothing but a tense silence. “You’re awfully quiet,” Josef then remarks casually. “Something on your mind?” There’s a gleam in his eyes. You take a deep breath and down the rest of your drink, before getting to your feet. 

“Okay,” you say resolutely, slamming your drink against the table with a bit too much force. “It’s time for me to go.”

“What?” Josef asks. You ignore him and walk towards the kitchen, grabbing your jacket and putting it on. “You just got here, we just sat down. Come on, stay a while.” 

“I had a drink, and now I really need to-” You break off, freezing in place. To your surprise, the rest of your payment is tucked into the pocket of your jacket. But that’s not what you’re looking for. You rifle around in your jacket pocket one more time. Sure enough, your keys aren’t there. “Josef,” you say, your voice sounding eerily calm despite your mounting trepidation. 

“Yes?” He asks, immune to your internal panic and growing suspicions. 

You take a deep breath. “Do you have my keys?” You’re unable to hide the accusatory tone in your voice.  

“I don’t,” Josef responds, a flicker of confusion and betrayal on his face. You frown and try to think back to where you put them. Actually, you don’t remember moving them at all. They’ve been in your jacket pocket this whole time. You never touched them. That look on Josef’s face… It’s an act, it’s all an act, you realize. 

“Yes, you do,” you maintain, “I know you have them. They were in my jacket. I haven’t touched it since we got back.”

Josef stares at you for a long moment. Your heart is racing out of your chest, but you stand your ground. You can’t stay here even a moment longer. You need to get home. You need to leave, you need to escape. You can’t shake the feeling that you’re in grave danger. 

You don’t know how long you spend staring at each other. At some point, Josef’s serious expression breaks into a grin. “Clever,” he says, pointing at you before reaching into his pocket. Your keys sit in his palm and, for an awful moment, you think he isn’t going to hand them over. Then, Josef throws them to you. You catch them and turn around, muttering a quick goodbye and practically running to the front door. You take the steps down two at a time, your breathing growing erratic. Even when you get into your car and lock it, you’re terrified. A dark silhouette stands out against the dim lighting cast on the porch. Josef is watching, even as you pull out of his driveway and drive away. You don’t feel safe until you’ve reached your home and have locked the door behind you. You lock all your windows, then double check that they’re locked and close the curtains. It takes a while for you to fall asleep that night. 

The next morning, you’re greeted with a package on your doorstep. Inside is a disc and a stuffed wolf. The stuffed animal looks innocuous at first. Upon closer examination, you realize that there’s something rattling inside it. You hesitantly rip the back open, revealing a silver chain. When you tug the chain, it frees itself from the stuffing and catches the light in your living room to reveal a heart shaped pendant. The inside of the pendant has a photo of you next to a photo of Josef, and there are initials engraved on the outside of it. A ‘J’ for him and… an initial for your first name—your real first name. He knows your real name, and he knows your address. 

After barely a moment of contemplation, you throw the necklace, wolf, and DVD in the trash. You try to go about your day as usual, but you know you’re doing a pretty poor job of pretending that everything is fine. Your coworkers tell you as much, and you’re soon dismissed with the order to “relax.” You huff a laugh at the thought. Everything is worse when you’re home, because Josef knows you live there. For all you know, he could be breaking in to watch you sleep.  

In the span of three days, you get two more discs. You throw away the second one. The third one is the last one, judging from the writing on it. For some reason, you decide to trust the message and place the disc in your disc player. After all, you threw away the first two. You’re curious to see what this one contains. 

For a moment, there is nothing. Then, the screen stutters to life and you find yourself looking at Josef. He raises his eyebrows at the camera, before shaking his head. Josef greets you, before uttering your real name and shaking his head. “You threw away my other gifts,” he says. “I was very disappointed. Heartbroken.” Somehow, he looks entirely sincere. Was he truly heartbroken?

“Still, I’m offering you a chance,” Josef continues, “An olive branch, if you will. I don’t want this to end between us.”

“This is Lake Gregory,” he states. “It’s wide open, as you can see…” He breaks off and pivots the camera so that you get a full view of the place. “I will be here tomorrow, sitting at this park bench.” He takes a breath and smiles, before the camera clicks off. You’re left to stare at your blank television screen in disbelief. 

You know you shouldn’t go to the lake—it would be incredibly dangerous. Yet, you can’t continue living as if nothing happened. Every flicker of a shadow, every minute noise has you paranoid. You can’t keep living like this—jumping at every sudden movement. You think about calling the police again, before remembering how they treated you when you tried calling before. Josef isn’t the guy’s real name and his home was a rental. He’s virtually undetectable, the officer on the phone said. You remember hanging up and nearly slamming your phone down on the table in frustration and helplessness. 

It’s a crazy thought, but this could be your chance at closure. If you don’t show up, you’re sure you’ll be stalked for the rest of your life. You’d live in constant fear, knowing that Josef could be lurking in any shadow or around any corner. But, this way, you could end things. You could put an end to the uncertainty. 

The thought is what pushes you to walk out to the car determinedly the next day, plug Lake Gregory into your navigation, and drive along. Some time later, you pull into a parking spot and look out to the shimmering water. You don’t see Josef, but you get the sense that he’s here somewhere. If there were even a minute chance of you showing up, he would have to be here. You take a deep breath and step out of the car, before walking to the park bench. You’re certain your heart has never raced so fast. When you make it to the bench, you turn around with your back to the water. You’ll watch for him and wait for him to approach. 

At some point, you see him. He’s wearing the Peachfuzz mask and wielding an axe. He slowly sneaks up in a few steps, before evidently noticing that you’re staring. After a moment, he takes the mask off, lets the axe fall to his side, and clears the distance between the two of you. There’s a mix of emotions flickering along his face. 

“Josef,” you remark. The man closes the distance between you, until you’re only a few steps away from one another. 

“Now this is what I find most fascinating about you,” Josef explains, gesturing towards you. His eyes are gleaming. He doesn’t look offended by your wariness; if anything, he looks intrigued, fascinated. “You mistrusted me from the moment we met. You gave me a fake name, fake stories. Everything was fake.” He punctuates the statement by thudding his axe against the grass. 

You don’t know what to say. Your tongue feels ironed to the roof of your mouth. “I suppose I can’t complain,” Josef continues. “Because I was doing the same. Fake name, fake stories.” His hand still grips the axe. You stare at it warily. 

“Everyone else was too trusting,” he remarks. “They almost seemed to give their lives to me, you know? Aaron, I mean… he just sat on that bench and waited. He never turned around.” You follow his gesture and look at the bench. After a second glance, you think you can see dried blood stains on the wood. Bile rises in your throat. You’re biting down on the inside of your cheek so hard that you can taste blood, metallic and coppery on your tongue. 

“I want to get to know you,” Josef continues, taking a step forward. You match it with a half-step backwards, only to realize that you’re now standing on the very edge of the grass. One more step and you’ll fall into the lake. “The real you.”

He extends a hand, an unspoken question on his lips. The air around you seems to still. Everything falls quiet in anticipation. 

Your heart thundering in your chest, you reach out and take his hand.

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[autumnshighlady]

I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 30)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: it's three months since you married Nesta and Eris, and it's time for the Autumn Court to change. And the final piece of your plan begins to unfold

warnings: sexism, brief mention of SA

word count: 7.9k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: we're coming to the end of this fic, with likely only 2 more chapters left including an epilogue. there will be bonus chapters in the future, but things are beginning to wrap up. i thank you all for your support in this wild journey and hope you like where this ending is headed

part 1 // part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 / part 7 / part 8 / part 9 / part 10 / part 11 / part 12 / part 13 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 / part 20 / part 21 / part 22 / part 23 / part 24 / part 25 / part 26 /

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THREE MONTHS LATER

You had lost count of how many meetings you had partaken in this month. Not a day went by where some lord or another requested an audience. Luckily, Eris had renovated his father’s old meeting room, knocking down some walls and allowing more light to get into the previous damp, stuffy area. A sweet, chilly breeze cooled the skin on your face, a welcome contrast to the thick green gown you wore. Beside you, Eris wore robes of a similar colour, as did Nesta. The three of you sat at the head of the table, elegant goblets of wine in front of you as the Master of Laws continued his report.

“There have been reports from Crepusculum claiming that Lords Greaves and Bellsbury are leading an underground system of selling females as brides or…. other things… to a select group of nobles.” The Master of Laws said, flipping his parchment to the other side and squinting his wrinkled eyes. “The main buyers are of the families of Danvers, Alden, and Crofton.”

Eris curled his fists angrily beside you. “Ah yes, more of my father’s loyalists. It is unsurprising they wish to continue the Old Ways in secret. And treasonous. How many females have been taken and sold, Master Gallien?”

You sighed. Predictably, many of the Autumn Court resisted the changes implemented. Crepusculum, a rich town North of the capital, was home to many noble Houses who spearheaded resistance to these changes. Within a week of ruling, you, Eris, and Nesta had declared several new laws. These laws forbid the selling of females for marriage, as well as cracked down on harsher punishments for any abuse, rape, or other hateful crimes. Much to the anger of the nobles, your new laws also made room for females having greater claims to inheritance, as well as equal opportunities. Eris had warned you that the first few months would be bloody, with many challenging these laws and their punishment being made a spectacle. It churned your stomach to think of how many executions would happen, but deep down you knew it was necessary, for some of these males would not change.

Master Gallien muttered beneath his breath, searching through the several pieces of parchment in his hands. “It would seem… fourteen, your Grace. Fourteen females have been sold. Several from the noble houses, but apparently they have gone after a few of the lower class females as well.”

“Fourteen…” Eris mumbled. “And you can say for sure who these creatures are that have participated in this?”

The Master of Laws nodded. “Yes, Your Grace.”

“My guards will escort your officers to Crepusculum. Bring forth everyone who has participated in such a scheme. Buyers, sellers, bystanders, all of them. They know the consequences of breaking our laws, and they will all pay the price for it. Death by dragonfire, I think, is suitable for these monsters.”

“Agreed,” said the new Master of Coin, a golden haired female named Joanna who had been appointed after her father, Josef, was kicked off of the council by Nesta for his unsavoury comments. Joanna carried herself with confidence, not batting an eye when Eris had approached her for the position. She was the first female to become a Master at the High Lord’s table in the History of the Autumn Court, a sign of good change.

You glanced towards the far end of the table on your right at the cloaked female, who gave the subtlest of nods, confirming Lord Gallien’s information to be correct. The new Master of Whispers was also one of Eris’s pick – a female named Deirdre who served as Eris’s main spy for over a century. She was a short, thin female with golden brown skin and thick black hair that was always put up in intricate braids. She had piercing yellow eyes that made even the toughest of males shy away from her. She was ever silent and ever watching, only speaking when needed but never failing to miss any details. 

The rest of the royal council consisted of Lord Pellham, the Master of Ships and Trade, Lord Tarwel, the Master of War, and several notable advisors, politicians, and courtiers. All had served under Beron, but had bent the knee without question to you, Nesta, and Eris. Doubt had niggled at you at the thought of keeping Beron’s staff on your council, but Eris had reassured you. Deirdre will keep a close eye on them, my love, Eris had said. They won’t make a single move without her knowing. They value their life more than their remaining loyalty to my father.

“This will not be the end of it,” you spoke up, and everyone at the table turned their head towards you. “Crepusculum has been a consistent problem for us, and will continue to be until it is dealt with.”

“Dealt with how, your Grace?” Lord Tarwel spoke up. His tone was respectful and genuine, despite having served Beron for three centuries. 

“We need more than just a few officers and guards,” you continued. “That city is infested with corruption. We need to clear it out, root and stem. Make a spectacle of going in and uprooting not just Lord Graves and Bellsbury’s operation, but dragging out the scumbags who partake in it by their hair and showing the others what will happen if we get even a whiff of their involvement in such illegal activities. One of us should go with our dragon, do the executions in the city centre where everyone can see. And assembling a team to go in and rescue not just the females in the operation’s captivity, but any other wives, sisters, daughters, or mothers who feel stuck in their situation and wish for a way out.”

The council was silent for a moment, exchanging glances. You held your breath, awaiting their reactions. Under the table, Eris’s hand gently squeezed your knee.

After several moments, Lady Joanna spoke up. “You speak harshly, but truly, High Lady,” she said strongly. “There are many clinging to the Old Ways who will be using that city as the centre of their web. Simply getting rid of Lord Graves and Bellsbury and their business partners is a short term solution, but you are correct that the problem will persist if we don’t take more drastic actions.”

One of the advisors, an aged man with a long grey beard coughed, voice trembling as he spoke up. “I understand your point, Lady Joanna, as I do yours, Your Grace. But some of those noble houses have been influential for centuries. They have been loyal to the crown for generations–”

“Not so loyal now, it would seem.” Nesta said, her voice cold as ice.

The advisor stuttered before continuing. “The… extermination… of such long standing houses would not be ideal. Their coin is valuable, as is their support–”

“Not if it comes at the expense of terrorising and abusing others,” you cut him off sharply. “We have other ways to generate coin and support. What does it say about us if we create these laws and then do not enforce them just because someone has an important family name?”

“Besides,” Nesta added, fixing a glare at the now trembling advisor. “We are not exterminating their houses, as you so inaccurately put it. These males have wives, no? Children? Siblings? We are not annihilating the bloodline of an entire house for the crimes of a few, Lord Uwen. Only the guilty will face fire and death, not the innocent. Unless you say that the House line can only continue through the male heirs?”

“Not at all, Your Grace…” He said quietly, bowing his head and sitting back in his chair with defeat.

Nesta lifted her chin triumphantly, as if daring others to challenge her. Even after so many countless meetings, it never failed to impress you how good at politics your wife was. “Good, then it is settled. Eris and I will take Athariel and Morgoth, plus a hundred soldiers to Crepusculum and deal with the situation. (Y/N), is the second quarter of Solaris ready to receive more people?”

You nodded. ‘Yes, my love. Zôrzimril will continue to guard the town while Lady Lirilla and I receive the females you escort back. Gwyn and Emerie will help get them settled in.”

After the wedding, Gwyn and Emerie had made the decision to leave the Night Court behind and stay in Autumn. It had pained them to not get to say goodbye to some of the other Valkyries, but the instability of the Night Court was not worth the risk of going back. Plus, Rhysand knew they were close friends to you and Nesta – while you didn’t think he would hurt them, you didn’t want to risk it.

Solaris was a new town that had become a project for you, Nesta, and Eris. Built from the ruins of an old temple, the three of you had decided to make it a safe haven for females not just of the Autumn Court, but of anyone seeking refuge. You wanted them to have somewhere where they could build a life in a safe place, rather than simply being kept within the confines of a safehouse or library, cut off from the normalities of life.

So for the last two months, construction had been taking place in the ruins by the river, transforming it into a small village that would be expanded upon as it grew. You, Nesta, and Eris had done much of the labour yourselves, getting covered  in sweat and filth with the workers Eris had hired – workers who had baulked at seeing their High Lord and Ladies in simple trousers ready to get their hands dirty. Lucien dropped in frequently to help wherever he could, whether it be clearing out old bushes to build the foundation for a house or helping lift wooden panels onto the roofs. 

Lirilla had also taken up a big role in helping Solaris. She had hired staff to assist the refugees in the main house, providing hot meals, help with cleaning, and counselling if needed. The main house served as a stage one for the females – a communal space with the option for bunking quarters or private rooms. Everything was designed with the help of Lirilla to be as inviting as possible, promoting independence but also providing assistance when needed. The Lady of Autumn constantly bustled around, making sure everything was perfect and talking to the guests in comforting, soothing tones. The main house was being expanded upon, with more and more beds being needed as the number of females fleeing their bad situations increased. Lirilla was also in charge of the trauma team, a group of healers and therapists who acted as the first point of contact for new arrivals to ensure they were not overwhelmed. Many originated from all walks of life – daughters of nobles, former maids, bartenders, all individuals who had known suffering and wanted to help. 

Over the span of a few weeks, several houses were built. Some were small individual cottages while others were bigger, shared spaces. Once a female decided she did not need the assistance of the main house, they would be able to move to their own space, thus giving them the beginning of a new life while freeing up more space for others in the main house. It was a system you and Nesta had come up with together, with the help of Gwyn and Emerie. After only two months, Solaris went from a single refugee house to a small town with spaces for females to start their own businesses, supermarkets, activity centres, and more. Females had the option to work if they so choose, but it was not a requirement to maintain their spot in the town. 

This had caused much outrage amongst the court, that their tax dollars would be helping fund this project. Eris had quickly squashed the anger, fiercling arguing that it was the least the noble houses could do to compensate for years of suffering inflicted upon their daughters and wives. 

“It is settled then,” Eris said, clapping his hands together. “Nesta and I will leave with Athariel and Morgoth and our soldiers tomorrow at dawn. We will interrogate and prosecute those in the business of selling females. Any who are found guilty will be burned and fed to our dragons. (Y/N) will receive them at Solaris, and we will leave behind several guards and officers to make sure we have crushed this beast at its head.”

Nesta nodded, her long hair spilling down her shoulders and glistening in the afternoon light. “We must also not forget the meeting with the High Lords at the end of the month. Ensure we have everything we need ready.”

A murmur of agreements rose from the table, making you breathe a sigh of relief. The meeting was almost over. Your palms itched to get back to Solaris and work on the new stables. As much as you loved contributing to the council discussions, having Eris and Nesta there to take some of the pressure off really helped. 

But anxiety began to work its way into your brain at the thought of the next High Lords meeting. Nesta had organised it, inviting every court ruler except for the Night Court. Rumours had quickly spread regarding the turmoil that Rhysand’s court was in. Thanks to Azriel’s spies, word had spread that the High Lord had planned on essentially sacrificing the Hewn City and Illyria to Koschei. While the shadowsinger did not reside in his former court anymore, he still had loyal eyes on the inside reporting every move. Several Illyrian camps were initiating uprisings, while Kier had claimed himself King of the Hewn City in defiance of Rhysand, and refused to let the High Lord enter his mountain. 

But with such unrest came great danger to the innocent, that much you knew. To tackle the issue, all of the other High Lords were coming to the Autumn Court in two weeks to finalise a plan to safely get refugees out of the Night Court. With the looming threat of the Death God, every ruler knew that the only way Prythian stood a chance was to be united. Every night you tried not to think about the sick promise Rhys had made – Nesta’s life for Feyre’s. No doubt Koschei would be angry at the broken bargain and come to claim his prize, the Night Court and the Autumn Court being his most likely targets. Helion had been travelling to all of the courts, helping strengthen their wards and weave in intricate spells designed to keep enemies out. Thesan and Tarquin had been researching ways to help their cause, while Kallias and Tamlin worked together to build shelters and strongholds designed to wait out the incoming destruction. This next meeting would be the final runthrough of everyone’s plans, and the thought of it made you shake your leg nervously.

Nesta, having noticed your jitters while Eris droned on about logistics of the plan, spoke into your mind. What’s wrong?

I can’t stop thinking about him. You replied. About Koschei, how he’s coming for you. For all of us. It looms over me like a shadow, and I hate waiting on the edge of a battle I can’t escape.

Don’t do that to yourself. We will survive this, my love. Azriel is bringing the Harp and the Mask, and the Made Swords. We are not caught off guard by this and have time to prepare, time which we have used well. When he comes, we will handle it.

I thought the worst of this would be over.

You felt something tickle your hand. Peeking down under the table, a soft silver flame curled its way around your finger. You smiled.

It is, in a way. Nesta replied. We are facing this challenge as free females, not objects that are locked up until we are of use. Besides, you’re forgetting one very important thing.

And what is that?

You aren’t useless in this, you know. You are the Goddess of Life, the Mother incarnate. You brought someone back from the dead. You’ve already beaten death once, you will do it again. And you’re just now exploring what you can actually do with your magic, who knows what you’ll discover?

You knew Nesta was right. Every day, you tried to understand the powers Estelle had bestowed upon you. It was something you didn’t think you would ever understand, not fully. To consider yourself an incarnate version of Estelle seemed wrong – after all, you felt relatively normal. But deep down, you could tell there was an ancient song engraved in your bones, waiting to make its way to the surface. It felt like your body was but a cave, one that went hundreds of miles deep. And at the top, you could hear the faint trickling of water, carried from far away on a gentle breeze. But the further you fell into the cave, the stronger it became. No longer was the water trickling, but rather thrashing and pounding against the stone with the force of a thousand tidal waves. The gentle breeze became a harsh wind, a storm breaking way with thunder echoing to the ends of the world. So much power, in one body. The thought of it scared you, made you terrified to venture down that cave to face the storm. But you knew that no matter what, your powerful mates would be there holding your hands.

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Grateful for the chilly Autumn breeze, you wiped the sweat off your brow before picking up the hammer to put another nail in the board. Dust and dirt covered your thankfully brown work trousers, made of a thick material that allowed you to kneel on the stone-floor alleyway of the barn without hurting your knees. The white tunic you wore was drenched in sweat, but was blissfully loose and light against your skin. Grunting, you hammered the nail into place, giving the wooden board a shake to check the sturdiness. 

Satisfied, you grabbed the goblet of chilled water that an eager servant had brought you, downing the whole thing in one gulp. 

“Pace yourself,” came Nesta’s stern voice from the other side of the stall. “We have plenty of staff already working on this barn, you don’t need to do the whole thing yourself.”

“Yes, but I like helping.” You huffed, dragging another large panel of wood off the floor and hoisting it up in line with the other one.

Nesta stood up from where she was measuring and cutting rubber mats for the stalls, resting her elbows on the top of the metal gate. You glanced sheepishly at her, taking a moment to admire her messy bun and dirt-covered face. “You’ll be no use to the females coming from Crepusculum if you’ve worked yourself to death,” Nesta said. “Take a damn break.”

Sighing, you let the wooden board fall to the ground with a clatter before slumping down onto the ground, letting your legs rest and pressing your back against the newly built stall wall. A familiar redheaded servant came scampering from around the corner with a fresh jug of water, smiling and nodding her head as she poured it into your empty cup. “Your Grace,” she said politely.

“Thank you, Adelaide.” You panted, giving her a smile. The female lit up with joy, which warmed your heart. No matter how many times you addressed her by name, it drew out the same elated reaction.

“My pleasure,” She curtseyed. “You’ve done well with the construction, my Lady. Can’t say we’ve ever had a ruler who has been willing to work with us labourers.”

You smiled again reassuringly, and Nesta spoke up. “Adelaide, would you mind getting some fruit and cheese for my wife? She has neglected to eat all afternoon.”

Adelaide’s eyes widened. “Of course, Lady Nesta. Right away.” With one last nod of her head to you, the female scurried away. 

You were about to protest, but your stomach growled with hunger.

“That’s what I thought.” Nesta said smugly, coming to sit beside you. “Whatever would you do without me?”

“Die a tragic, lonely death.”

You received a sharp elbow in the side for your remark, and you both chuckled. You didn’t have to add that such a fate was almost met several times. Adelaide returned with a platter of food minutes later, and you suggested she bring a similar offering to Gwyn and Emerie, who were working in the main house with Lirilla. Smoked applewood cheddar, fresh grapes and apples, creamy brie, and red pepper jelly with crackers lined the golden platter, making you salivate.

Nesta slathered a spoonful of the jelly on her cracker with a thick slab of brie before popping it in her mouth. “This is delicious,” she mumbled. “A year ago I wouldn’t have touched any of this. Feels like a lifetime ago.”

You felt the weight of her words hanging in the air. “Things were very different a year ago,” you said quietly. “It’s been a year since my village was destroyed and Lucien took me to the Night Court. Who would have thought that this was where I’d end up?”

Nesta was quiet for a minute, as if a shadow hung over her head. “If you could change anything that happened, would you?” She asked after a while. 

You thought about it, the timeline of the last year almost blurry. You hadn’t even realised that it was almost precisely a year ago in May when Hybern came for your village. Your entire life, your hopes and dreams, your plans for the future - all altered forever within that one hour. “Yes and no,” you answered. “I will always wish my parents and friends were still here. That will never go away, I think. But bad things happen, and we cannot change it now. Besides, everything that has happened led me to you and Eris.”

Nesta sighed, resting her head on the smooth wood behind her. She turned to look at you, a hint of sadness swimming in her grey eyes. “And you really think we’re worth that? That every horrible thing you endured was a price worth paying?”

It broke your heart a little to see your mate’s self-doubt. While Nesta had come a long way in her healing, there was still a way to go. The emotional wounds she carried seemed to linger, picking away at her brain and trying to bring her down. You knew the feeling.

“Yes,” you replied with reassurance, grabbing her hand and gently brushing your fingers over the stacked wedding ring set between her knuckles. Nesta smiled softly, picking up a grape and holding it up to your lips. Eagerly, you took it in your mouth.

“Well, aren’t you two a sight.” A familiar quiet voice made you and Nesta jump out of your skins. Whipping your head around to the barn entrance, your gaze landed on Azriel, who was leaning against the wooden beams with his arms crossed.

“Gods, Azriel,” Nesta snapped. “How long have you been standing there?”

He shrugged, hazel eyes flickering with amusement. “I figured I’d let you two finish up your moment.”

“You’re so fucking creepy, you know that, right?” You grumbled, picking the grapes off the floor that your knee had knocked over. 

“So I’ve been told,” the Illyrian responded dryly, pushing himself off the beam and standing upright. “I am sorry to interrupt, but Gwyn told me I could find you both here. You’re wanted at the main house, Eris is on his way.”

You scrambled to your feet, brushing the sawdust off of your legs and fixing your hair slightly. Your husband hadn’t mentioned anything about a visit from Azriel today, making you worry.

“Is everything okay?” Nesta asked, echoing your thoughts.

“Generally speaking, yes.” Azriel replied, his tone giving nothing away. “I have news from the Night Court, and a delivery.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you exchanged a glance with Nesta. “The Troves and the Made Weapons?”

The male simply nodded stiffly, and you knew there was more but didn’t push it. Whatever it was, Azriel would likely wait until everyone was present to discuss it. Wordlessly, he turned to leave the barn, letting you and Nesta follow him.

It was a fifteen minute walk to the main house, one that was taken in silence. Nerves churned in your gut, unsure of what was to come. As if sensing that, Nesta placed her hand on your lower back, her comforting touch bringing you a moment of peace.

When you climbed the stone steps and reached the arching green doors of the main house, Azriel paused, turning around to face you and Nesta. “There’s also someone I want you to meet,” he said, voice laced with low seriousness. “She may be cautious and afraid, so be nice. Both of you.”

You both nodded, before opening the doors and stepping into the entrance hall. The large grey pillars in the hall were carved to look like trees, vines wrapped around them to create a welcoming environment. A small fire pit in the centre warmed the room, a few females scuttling about in the background under the low light.

But in front of the fire stood Lirilla, russet hair gleaming. Next to her was a small, winged female with long black hair that was braided behind her head. Her face was thin, and her hazel eyes wide like a frightened deer. Lirilla whispered something in her ear, and the female’s shoulders relaxed a little, but there was no mistaking the nervousness emitting from her. You couldn’t help but stare at the nasty scar that ran down her wings in the same spot as Emerie’s.

“My darlings,” Lirilla spoke up with a smile in your direction, her voice like warm honey. “How are the stables coming along? Not working yourselves too hard, I hope.”

“Slow but steady,” Nesta replied politely, pausing her steps a healthy distance away. You did the same. “They should be ready within a week or so.”

“Excellent!” Lirilla cheered.

Azriel stepped forward, and the dark-haired female smiled at him gently. With pride, he held out his hand and the female took it gently, coming up to stand beside him. “This is my mother, Roslyn.” Azriel said. “Mother, meet Nesta and (Y/N) Vanserra, High Ladies of the Autumn Court. Married to Eris, unfortunately.”

“Don’t be rude,” Roslyn scolded her son with a tone only a mother could possess before turning back to you and Nesta. She curtseyed awkwardly.

“There’s no need for such formalities,” Nesta said gently. “Especially here.”

Roslyn smiled shyly, letting go of Azriel’s hand. She stepped forward, straightening her spine and looking between you and Nesta. Her gaze was like fire, those hazel eyes burning with an untold story. She took your hand in her left one, and Nesta’s in her right. “It is an honour to meet you both,” she said firmly. “Azriel has told me so much about you. You poor things, you’ve been through so much…”

Azriel coughed awkwardly, placing a scarred hand on his mother’s shoulder. “Mother, we don’t need to get into this…”

“Hush,” Roslyn scoffed at him, ignoring her son. “I just want you both to know that you’ve done so much for females all across Prythian, and I thank you for it. You’re both so strong.”

Nesta blushed with embarrassment, shrugging modestly. “Well, it’s not hard to enact and enforce new laws in Autumn with two mates and three dragons behind you.”

The Illyrian female shook her head. “Not just in Autumn, darling. Everywhere.”

You frowned in confusion. “Everywhere?”

Roslyn’s hazel eyes lit up as she nodded. “It is not just word of your law changes that have been spreading amongst the courts. Everyone is talking about the High Ladies who are working among the lesser fae building a village for refugees. Even I hear whispers of it, all the way in my remote village in the mountains. You have inspired many.”

“We will discuss the impacts of your reign in our meeting with Eris.” Azriel interrupted her gently. The shadowsinger gave you a look, one that warned you to not continue that topic with his mother. An uneasy feeling stirred in your gut - Roslyn seemed like it was good news that was going to be shared, making you wonder if Azriel was not disclosing all the details with her. 

“Of course,” Roslyn said, letting go of your hands and giving you both another small smile. “I must get going, I am helping Lirilla with baking. There’s much to be done, and I look forward to getting to know you both.”

She reached up and gave Azriel a kiss on the cheek before taking Lirilla’s arm, following her down one of the corridors. Once her crippled wings disappeared out of sight, Azriel let out a breath. “She will be dying to spend more time with you once she settles in, I promise. I apologise for the rushed introduction.”

“Is she coming to live here?” Nesta asked.

Azriel nodded. “If you’ll have her, yes. I want her as far away from the Night Court as possible given everything that’s happening. She has already seen enough horrors, and if she can be protected from that here, I swear to you I will be eternally in your debt.”

“There is no debt to be had, Azriel.” Your mate said gently, her eyes softened. “Of course she can stay here.”

The shadowsinger breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, truly.”

“What exactly is happening in the Night Court?” You asked, unable to hold the question back any further.

A sombre look came over Azriel’s eyes. “We will discuss it once Eris is here. I just didn’t want it brought up with my mother around. She… she doesn’t know just how bad things are, and I’d like to keep it that way until she’s settled.”

“Of course.” You replied. “I’ve never really heard you mention your mother.”

“Few know about her, not even Rhys knows where she has been living. She’s… uneasy around males sometimes. As much as I know you love Eris, it is why I hurried her away before he got here. Please, do not take it personally.”

“We understand,” Nesta said. You nodded in solidarity. With what Azriel had told you about the Illyrians, it was understandable that whatever trauma Roslyn had would make her nervous around males. It reminded you of why you created Solaris in the first place, and made you wonder how long it would take for this village to turn into a city of its own.

The sound of footsteps distracted you from your thoughts. You and Nesta both turned to see Gwyn and Emerie skipping across the room towards you. They each wore a soft chiffon dress with a square neckline and billowy sleeves - Gwyn in white, and Emerie in light green. 

“Hey guys!” Gwyn squealed happily, giving you and Nesta a big hug. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed through Gwyn’s tight squeeze. “What have you two been up to all morning?”

“Arranging furniture and decorations!” Gwyn said proudly.

“Correction,” Emerie scoffed, coming up behind the priestess and giving her a glare. Sweat dripped from her brow, and her dress had sweat marks on it. “I’ve been arranging the furniture, you’ve just been bossing me around and micromanaging the tiniest details.”

You chuckled, and Gwyn snorted. “It’s not my fault you have no eye for design and I have to tell you what to do.”

Emerie rolled her eyes good naturedly, giving Gwyn a light shove before turning to Nesta and you. “Azriel said we had to come to this meeting. Is it starting soon or can I return to my backbreaking labour?”

You frowned, turning to Azriel for an explanation. 

“Just trust me, you’ll see why,” was all he said.

Right as Nesta began chatting with Gwyn and Emerie about the book selection for the library, the mighty doors of the hall creaked open, and that bond in your chest sang as Eris walked in.

“Ah, I see we are all here already. Lovely.” Eris clapped his hands together. “I cancelled an important meeting for this, Azriel. Best make it worth my valuable time.”

You rolled your eyes as Eris planted a quick kiss on your cheek, then Nesta’s. Your face flushed with red, and you avoided Emerie’s mischievous smile that you knew would make you laugh.

“Trust me, it is.” Azriel said. “Is the room secure?”

“Yes, but you already knew that.” Eris said sharply, eyes narrowing. “Why, may I ask?”

Wordlessly, Azriel reached into a pocket of shadows that had formed in the air beside him. In his scarred hand emerged a bundle of objects wrapped in a dark blanket. Instantaneously, the air thickened and grew heavy, an unsettling thrum of power coming from the blanket covered objects. Walking a few steps to a nearby table, Azriel set the objects down, the shadows carefully peeling away the blanket as if the things inside were ticking bombs.

Inside of the thick blanket was a golden mask, a harp, a mighty sword, and a small dagger. 

Nesta sucked in a breath, her eyes glowing slightly as a humming sound emitted from the two Dead Troves and the Made blades in front of you. It was like a song of death and eternity, one that sang to the flames in Nesta’s blood. You saw her inch towards it, lured towards the objects like a sailor following the sound of a siren.

You and everyone else on the other hand, took a step back. Every part of you screamed to get away from the objects on the table. Their presence felt like oil on your skin, like lead in your bones - a rotting sickness of power yet a tempting allure at the same time. Beside you, Gwyn had tucked herself behind Azriel, her teal eyes wide with awe. The shadowsinger had an arm extended in front of her slightly, as if ready to shield her from anything the objects might do.

“Holy shit…” Emerie muttered.

“The Troves and Made blades possessed by the Night Court, as promised.” Azriel said.

Nesta blinked, as if breaking a spell between her and the objects on the table. “Rhys really let you just take them? Didn’t try and weasel his way out of our deal?”

Azriel’s face betrayed no emotion as he spoke. “Yes, right before he told me to never come back to his court. And for all his faults, his love for Feyre is enough to make him hand the troves and blades over with no resistance.”

“How is she?” Nesta asked. You could tell her voice was trying to remain neutral, but a hint of worry laced it.

“Recovering. Eris’s healers delivered her son, Nyx, a few days ago. She is in pain and will take a while to recover, but she is alive. As promised.”

Nesta breathed a sigh of relief, closing her eyes. You wondered if at that moment, she wished she could see her sister. Despite all that had happened, you knew a part of Nesta still held love for her family deep down.

“Speaking of bargains,” Eris interrupted, as if to draw the attention away from any emotion Nesta may have towards Feyre. “Any word on how Rhys is handling getting out of his deal with Koschei? I have no intention of letting a death God waltz into my court and steal my wife away because of a stupid deal he made with that bat.”

The spymaster shook his head. “No, he has bigger problems right now. That’s why I called this meeting.” Azriel took a breath, and it was the most hesitant you had ever seen the male. After weeks of him playing both sides, it had finally come for him to pick one. Whatever he was about to say was simply the final nail in the coffin that marked his betrayal to his home court.

“There has been extreme violence and rioting within Illyria and the Hewn City,” He continued. “The Night Court is a ticking time bomb on the brink of a civil war I fear it will never recover from. Everyone knows Rhys is losing control, and many hands are grasping for power and shedding blood over it.”

“We knew this already.” You said.

“My mother mentioned that you and Nesta’s recent changes and activities have influenced the other courts. She is under the impression that they are peacefully protesting for more rights and equality after seeing another High Lord and Ladies actually doing work to hel[ them. But that is only part of the truth. Several groups of females in the Hewn City have banded together, and have begun fighting back against the males. Refusing to consummate marriages, ignoring their husbands orders, things like that. And in Illyria, several females have poisoned generals or slashed their throats while they slept, demanding that if their High Lord and Lady do not fight for them, they will make sure there is no army left for them to use in battle.”

Emerie blanched beside you, looking like she was going to be sick. You felt the same, dreading Azriel’s next words that you knew were coming.

“Such unrest has not been…. met well, shall we say. Many females have died or been beaten as a result of their disobedience. But they keep fighting.” Azriel’s face was laced with sadness as he spoke.

“There’s not nearly enough females in Illyria for their tactic to work,” Emerie blurted out with tears in her eyes. “They will be slaughtered if they keep this up.”

Azriel spoke gently this time towards Emerie. “It seems they are willing to pay that price. They’re willing to die just to shed light on their situation and force their rulers to intervene. With no females, the army will not be sustained.”

“How many?” Emerie asked sternly, her voice thick with emotion. “How many have died or suffered worse fates than death as a result of this?”

“Eighty-two in the Hewn City, a hundred and thirteen in Illyria.” 

Gwyn quickly moved out from behind Azriel to wrap her arms around Emerie, who stared blankly into the floor as a tear fell down her face. 

“We have to get them out,” Eris spoke up, straightening his shoulders. “Before this escalates.”

“That is why I called this meeting,” Azriel said. “We are running out of time. The females are running out of time. It won’t take long for the males to crush this rebellion, despite the fact they’re fighting on two fronts: one against the females, and one against Rhysand.”

You let out a shaky breath. Just as you had planned all those months ago, the Night Court was in shambles. Rhysand’s rule was finally being questioned, his neglect of two thirds of his citizens finally being addressed – but at what cost?

“How do we get them out without entering the Night Court?” Nesta asked, crossing her arms. “We cannot cross their border to help the females, as good as the intentions are it would be considered an act of war, one we cannot risk invoking. While we have strategies with the other High Lords regarding passage into their courts, we do not have the same for the Night Court, nor have we told them how exactly we plan on ferrying the females out of Night.”

Everyone around the table went silent, the only sound being the crackling of the fire and the hum of the mask, harp, and blades. Every so often, Nesta’s eyes flicked to it, as if trying to ignore its call.

“A whisper network…” Gwyn’s quiet voice broke the silence. She straightened her spine, resting her hands on the table before repeating herself louder. “A whisper network could be the solution. Spread word amongst the females of Illyria in the Hewn City on how to escape and where to go if they want out.”

“That is a big risk, Gwyn,” Eris said carefully. “They could easily be caught, or followed. Many may be too frightened to leave.”

“But at least they’ll have the choice.” Your friend insisted with confidence. “Yes, it is a risk. Many might not make the journey, either by choice or chance. But I see no other way to do this without breaking the law.”

Eris cocked his head, contemplating the priestesses’s words before turning to Azriel. “How many connections do you still have to your spies in the Night Court?”

“Enough,” he answered. “I think Gwyn’s idea could work. If we have a solid plan and a route organised, we have a chance. But like Eris said, there’s a possibility they will be discovered and hunted down on their escape.”

“So we create a distraction,” you said, the idea forming. “Force the armies elsewhere. Even if the armies aren’t listening to Rhys as much anymore, they would still move to defend their home. All we’d have to do would be to draw them out, leaving not many left behind to guard the females.”

Eris shifted on his feet. “They could easily know it’s a trap.”

“Not necessarily,” Nesta piped up. “The Night Court knows it is hated by the other courts, just like they know that any perception of them being weak could be seen as an opportunity for others to invade. If we stage our own army to distract them just outside the borders, it would be believable. Especially if Tamlin’s army was with us.”

The next few minutes were filled with aching silence. You could see Eris’s mind turning, contemplating every outcome of the scenario presented by you, Gwyn, and Nesta. “It could work…” Eris said slowly. “And again, many females may be too afraid to leave. But at least it would be their choice.”

“We can discuss it at the High Lord’s meeting in two weeks.” Nesta insisted.

“It needs to be sooner.” Emerie said boldly. All eyes turned towards the Illyrian female. The tears in her eyes were gone, replaced with steady determination as she continued. “The females don’t have two weeks at this rate. The longer you wait, the more will be killed.”

“We can send out letters right now, requesting the meeting in two days.” You suggested. “Meanwhile, we can plan an escape route that takes them to the Eastern cove in the Day Court, just south of the Hewn City for those in the Court of Nightmares. And to one of the coastlines by the Illyrian Steppes for the Illyrian females - we can have ships waiting there. That way we can launch a distraction on the Western coast by Velaris to get the armies as far away as possible.”

Azriel perked up a bit, as if a flicker of hope was growing in his chest. “That’s doable. The road will be tricky, and difficult to navigate. It is easy to get lost. We’d have to leave some sort of trail, which is impossible.”

Nesta huffed in frustration beside you. With every step forward of your plan to help the females, a new complication arose. Without being able to step foot past the border, finding a way to guide the females would be difficult. Part of you wished you had Estelle for guidance.

Estelle.

An idea formed in your mind, a chilling re-realisation spreading over you. You and Estelle were one in the same – you did not need to seek her guidance, for it was already within you. As was the life-magic you now possessed. 

“We may not be able to walk in and lay a trail, but magic could.” You said.

Eris quirked an eyebrow. “Elaborate, my love?”

You stepped back, taking a deep breath and ignored the puzzled looks everyone gave you. For weeks, you had been practising channelling your magic, trying to understand exactly what it was. You began to think of your magic as a light, a light that could be shaped and moulded into whatever you wanted – a sword for battle, a destructive blast, or simply a dust to bring life to a dying flower patch. So you summoned that familiar, warm light into your hands, and Gwyn and Emerie’s eyes widened. Within seconds, the light changed shape, morphing into a small, glowing white fox. 

Eris let out a chuckle as the fox crept towards him, circling his feet before bounding down the hall, disappearing into mist before reaching the door.

“Since when could you do that shit?” Emerie asked, slack jawed. 

“A few weeks now,” you replied. “I can control it pretty far, and am confident I could use my magic to create something for the females to follow.”

“Incredible.” Azriel muttered. “I could go over a detailed map with you, that way you know the exact route. Emerie, you know some of the Illyrian villages and passages quite well. You could help us out.”

Gwyn coughed, making Azriel turn towards her. You watched in amusement as she raised her chin defiantly and crossed her arms. “And what exactly can I do to help? Surely you won’t just have me sitting here on my ass. If you can get me to the priestesses, I can get them to help spread the word.”

“Absolutely not.” You, Nesta, and Azriel said at the same time. 

She scoffed. “I will be helping. I don’t care if you’re my High Ladies, or my… companion. None of you get to stop me from helping see this through. I will find my way into the Library either with or without you.”

Nesta raised an eyebrow, and you knew she’d be grilling Gwyn about her slip up later. But the priestess stood firm, not backing down. Gone was the shy female who was afraid of the outside world. Gwyn would take down anyone who stood in the way of her and helping females avoid the same fate she suffered.

“Lucien can take you,” You finally said. “He’s the least likely to draw attention, and he’s been to the House before. I will get him to take you.”

Gwyn nodded. “Good.”

Azriel opened his mouth to speak, but a sharp look from the priestess shut him up. 

“What are we going to do about the Troves and the weapons?” Nesta asked. “The sword and dagger I wish to keep for myself, but the harp and the mask… I have no interest in touching those things again.”

“We could ward them in the dragon cave,” Eris suggested. “Have the dragons guard them. If we need them for anything, you can summon them yourself. But only if absolutely necessary.”

Nesta nodded, her hands clenched. It was clear the mere presence of the Troves was affecting her, urging her to use them and their ancient magic. Your head was beginning to hurt from the thrum of their power. “Let’s get these blasted things away,” you said.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Eris concurred, rubbing his temples. “It is settled, then. Azriel, you will work with my love and Emerie on the escape routes for the females in the Night Court, then take Gwyn and meet with your spies. Once the route and timing is decided and confirmed with us, begin spreading the word. Nesta will send out letters to the other High Lords to move the meeting up, and I will arrange the army's movements to begin the distraction.”

 This was it. The next few days would be the final step in the plan you had concocted months ago, the plan you never expected to succeed this far. After everything that had happened, this was the final hurdle you needed to jump. Just one more thing, you kept telling yourself. Just one more thing until you could finally feel at peace.

With a flick of Eris’s wrist, the Troves were gone, and everyone got to work.

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[iloveolderman0]

Yandere Josef?? 🤔

Yes sir! He will be alpha male 💀

I was actually wondering what type of yandere he will be but I’m not sure, idk if he might be a weird one or not but ehh Let’s try!

NOTICE ME

Yandere!Josef x Gn!reader

!Warnings! Josef being a yandere, Obsessive love, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping & more!

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- When you decided to be his camera person He was happy that he had someone to record him and to end up in the record pile

- but that all changed when you met in person

- He was gobsmacked and scratched the plan he originally made

- Once he got to know you and you introduced yourself to him he did the same when you guys were walking in his house ( like the scene he did with Sarah)

- he did try to scare you but if it worked he will be so happy about and if it didn’t work he will be like oh… whoopsies

- When you also questioned his job experience he just flat out ignored you

- The more time you stayed there to record him the more weirder, more clingy and obsessive he became

- Once it was time for you to leave he took you to a spot, through the woods which did give you a bad feeling but you ignored it

- You we’re taken so far into woods you don’t even know how long you have been walking until he stopped and turned around to face you

- You still had the camera in your hand and it was pointed at him still, You were confused and had a bad feeling and your gut was telling you to leave

- He expressed how he loved you and how much you make him feel needed and how you guys are like wolves

- he went into detail about the wolf thing and yeah even about the mating stuff 😭

- you looked at him like he was insane and you got second hand in embarrassment from the wolf talk

- you caught him off at some point when he was getting into more detail about what he wants to have with you and what he wants to do to you

- You told him nicely that you didn’t want to be with him and you apologised

- When you were about to leave he knocked you out with a rock and dragged or carried your body to the cabin

- When you woke up, you had a chain around your ankle and arm to prevent you from escaping or doing anything that might harm him or yourself

- It was hell and torture, You were stuck with a man you didn’t even love

- He never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do, but he did force you to eat and drink

- Whenever you did try to escape he did get mad at you

- He started to get weird and said to you that you were his mate, his lover and you know where this is going

- you looked at him disgusted and uncomfortable by his presence and what he just talked about

- He just want you to love him back and if you keep saying no he just shows you a clip of killing people that he had as a camera person

- He just wants you and only, just love him back!

- he always reminds you that you’re his and he doesn’t care if you keep denying it

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Thank you so much for sending this in! I feel like Josef will be the type of one to kidnap you tho, He’s a little bit weird but you don’t care he’s your little pookie bear 🐻

[nofoundboy]

Crypid hunting with Joseph?? I think he'd love it. Maybe transmasc s/o!! Please and thank you!! Have a lovely day/night :-D

Ooooh I love this idea. Hope you like it, I really had fun writing it

"Hunting...cryptids?" was the first thing that came from Josef's lips when you explained it to him.

"Yes! It's the perfect place! I know there could be some very interesting things in the forest, clues to the existence of something unusual or we could even see it, in the flesh!" your excitement captivated Josef, who simply couldn't refuse any request of yours. Besides, he couldn't deny that it was kind of exciting.

"We could find a werewolf! Can you imagine?" you knew that would get his attention.

Josef thought about it for a moment. He had long since outgrown the desire to add you to his collection of lost friends, of tapes and dvds. Peachfuzz had gotten a little excited at the thought of having you all to himself in the forest, however, it couldn't be you.

Not only were you the first boy he had approached in this way with such intensity, but also, the first he had ever forgiven, so lost you had him.

So, faced with that perfect opportunity to finish you off like so many others, he decided to accompany you to hunt cryptids, nothing more.

He had a lot of experience walking through the forests of that place, he knew them well but he had never worried about finding anything especially strange.

Still, your contagious excitement told him that maybe something different could happen.

After agreeing, you took care of organizing everything to leave on Saturday night with all the things you needed: sleeping bags, lamps with enough batteries, your little creature journal (an indispensable guide that you had filled with previous research), cameras and both cell phones charged. It didn't matter that the reception was useless inside the forest, as the essential thing was that you could take pictures in every way available.

"Did you make sure to take off your binder?" Josef always knew when you should take it off, even better than you.

"Yes, don't worry, can we go now?" You had never been so anxious about anything, and it made Josef's heart beat like desperate. It was a very tender side of you.

It made him remember everything he hadn't experienced, given his peculiar line of work, yet that enthusiasm you showed gave him hope to experience all these adventures, with you. No longer longing for the past, but looking forward to all the good things in his future with you.

You, meanwhile, were constantly pulling him by the hand, attentive to any sound, wishing with all your might, to find something.

You had thought that perhaps some skinwalker might be in these parts, bigfoot was a difficult thing, or, any lesser known hybrid long forgotten in the confines of cryptozoology.

It didn't matter what inhabited these woods, for just the experience of carrying lamps that lit up at the slightest noise, consulting your notes from time to time and interpreting the natural sounds in search of some mystery, was fantastic, absolutely better in Josef's company.

He was even so focused on his search that he didn't even take advantage of the many opportunities to hide in the dark and scare you.

"It can't be! Josef, look!" And before you heard his answer, you approached the trunk of a tree that had thick scratches in its middle area. They looked something like those of a bird, but much larger.

Josef looked for an explanation, because the fear that he was beginning to feel was not at all pleasant, however, the place where they were and the shape that the claws of the responsible one had, was bizarre, at least compared to the claws of common birds.

Your exclamations of enthusiasm and chuckles managed to calm Josef down a little, who decided to hold on to your hand even more and continue with the expedition.

Yes, he was a serial killer, but this was something completely unknown and yes, although exciting, it was also terrifying.

The night was too thick and the flashlights were no longer of the same help, so you decided to stop and take out the sleeping bags.

You decided that you would be the first to be the guard.

"Thanks for joining me, honey" you whispered against his lips once he was settled in his sleeping bag. As always, Josef pulled you to him with some urgency.

If either of you had had your eyes open during the kiss, you would have seen the huge, round red eyes of the one who had left the mark earlier, seen the way his glowing gray beak glistened in the moonlight.

In any case, the next morning, you would discover the huge black feathers near your resting place, an unmistakable sign that this being had decided to sleep next to you.

[mistresspotterhead]

The American Ymbryne- Chap. 1

Alma Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: Yelling, slamming hands on a table, being outed (kind of)

Words: 1,900 on the dot

A/N: Wow, this took a lil bit. Alma doesn’t appear until the very end of this chapter, but she’ll be in the next one a lot. Everyone has been so kind, and that has helped a lot <3. Also: Miss Saker indicates the type of bird you are, not your given name. I hope you guys like this. 😊😊😊

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In a strange way, Cairnholm reminded you of the Chicago loop you and your wards had just fled from. They were both very dreary, cold, and, from what you could tell from those on the ferry, the people would rather be anywhere else. 

“M-miss Saker? I’m cold.” The bundle of talking coats shivered next to you. 

“I know, Astrid. We’re almost there, though.” You sighed and looked out toward the slowly approaching coastline. Your surviving children, Elina, Alexander, Leonard, and, of course, Astrid, all huddled closer to you. You stared at Cairnholm for a while longer, until the ferryman’s voice suddenly called out.

“Alright everyone, ‘ere we are! The… lovely… Cairnholm!” He steered the small ferry over to the somehow smaller docks, and you led your children out.

“Is everyone here? Astrid, Leo, Elina, Alex?” David, Beth-Anne, Lisa, Frankie, June, Stefanie, Josef, Alice, Rosie, Reggie. You suppressed the urge to call out their names as well. 

“Yes, Miss Saker,” they called in long-suffering voices- you were very adamant about attendance. It was good to see something was normal.

“All right then. Leo, can you see where the loop is? And Alex, are there any other peculiars near?” Ah yes, your diviners. It was very lucky for all of you that they were two of those that survived the wight’s invasion of your loop. 

Your Chicago loop near the Art Institute was one of the last surviving loops in America maintained by an Ymbryne, along with your South Side, McKinley Park, and St. Louis loops, though the latter was run mainly by its older wards and reset once a week.

As of a fortnight ago, though, the Art Institute loop was the only one you had. McKinley Park was attacked by Wights and Hollows in December, with South Side following close in early January. Samuel, the sole survivor of McKinley Park, was what Syndrygasti call a Librarian. He could see hollows and alerted you to them when you were traveling to St. Louis for reset. The problem with this, though, was that Sammy was only five years old, and so frequently got distracted.

It wasn’t hard to understand- Illinois in 1975 was very colorful. Sammy was gone now, though, as were all most all of your children. Speaking of… 

“There aren’t any other peculiars on the island, Miss Saker- at least not in this time,” Alex said, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you, dear. How are you faring, Leo? Have you located the loop? I don’t like being out in the open for this long.” For emphasis, Elina gave a giant, chattering shiver that was surely exaggerated.

“Indeed, but it is on the other side of the island, and the night is fast approaching.” 

You looked over and scowled at the sun; if you couldn’t get rest, then why was it allowed to?

“Well then. It looks like we’ll have to go into town.” Immediately, protests arose.

“Aw, no!”

“Come on, Miss Saker! We can make camp out here!”

“Because that sounds comfortable,” Leo deadpanned to Astrid.

“Well, it’s better than town! There probably isn’t even a hotel!”

“Actually, Astrid, that’s where you’re wrong.” Astrid looked shocked at the suggestion that she could ever be incorrect at something. “There is a hotel. It’s called the….” You took out the crumpled guidebook the ferryman had given to each tourist. “Preist Hole. What kind of hotel is called the Priest Hole?” You muttered that last part to yourself. “Anyway, off we go. Come along, single file now.”

Your ducklings dutifully arranged themselves from youngest to oldest, seven-year-old Elina closest to you and sixteen-year-old Leo at the back.

You hoped that the food was at least good.

Nope. Everything on the Preist Hole’s menu was covered with vinegar. You wondered if that was a Welsh thing or a Cairnholm thing. Maybe the owner just liked vinegar. Next to you, Elina was grimacing with every bite. On a whim, you decided to flag the bartender down.

“Hey, Kev, was it?” He grinned widely at you. You gave him a small smile in return.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. What can I do for you ‘n yer bunch today?” 

“I was just wondering if you had some fries- sorry, chips- with less vinegar. My youngest is still picky.”

“Hmm. Well, I’ll talk to Arnie ‘n see what he can whip up fer ye. He’s the cook, ye see.”

“Thank you so much, sir.” You attempted a bigger smile, but it still felt forced.

“Naw, it ain’t a problem, really. ‘N please, call me Kev. Sir sounds like I’m fifty- ‘n I’ve still got twenty years ‘fore that,” he chuckled.

“Well then, you must call me y/n.”

“Of course, ma’am- y/n, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, Kev.” This time, your smile was a small bit genuine- his hesitancy was endearing.

“Yeh. Well, um, I’d better talk teh Arnie now. I’ve kinda been lingering here for a while.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you from work, anyway.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t object if yeh did,” Kev concluded, winking before walking away.

Once he was out of earshot, Astrid started chittering.

“Ooh, was that flirting I saw, Miss Saker?” You rolled your eyes, and Alex guffawed into his water.

“Miss Saker? Flirt with a guy? I think Elina would drink an entire bottle of vinegar before that happened.” You turned your head sharply in his direction, but not before Astrid snapped back at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You jerk your head toward her now.

“Well, Miss Saker isn’t really the type to, ah, dabble in the male gene pool.” It was like you were watching tennis, really, with all this head-turning.

“That doesn’t make any-”

“ENOUGH!” You stood up, placing your hands on the bar. “This is not a discussion we are having, especially not here and now. Alex, I told you that information in confidence, and I am severely disappointed that you have betrayed that. Astrid, whether or not I am flirting with someone, and really my love life in general, is none of your concern. Do you both understand?”

They nodded, Alex looking especially ashamed of himself.

“Sorry, Miss Saker. It just slipped out.”

You sighed and ignored all the stares you and your wards were getting because of your outburst. 

“Alright, Alex. Just… you can’t share things that people tell you privately.”

“Yes, Miss Saker.” He was quiet after that, poking at his food.

It bothered you that he had shared that information, though it didn’t seem as if the other wards had understood. Of course, Leo was the only one you would expect to, as he was sixteen, but he had been sheltered in your loop his entire life. All of your wards had, really.

Just as you were beginning to sink into your past again, Kev came out with Elina’s new plate of fr- chips.

“Here ye are, little lady. I hope you like these better.” He smiled at Elina, tugging a small one out in return. You both watched expectantly as she took a tentative bite. And another. And another. Until the plate was almost gone, and she was rubbing her stomach in contentment.

“Well, that was fast.”

“It was good, Miss Saker. I wasn’t going to let it cool.” You laughed at the disapproving look on her face.

“Alright, alright. I suppose you have a good point.” You turned to Kev. “Thank you again, sir, for-”

“Kev.”

“...right. Thank you for doing this. How much will it cost?” You were ruffled at his interruption, but he didn’t notice. He pretended to think for a moment.

“Hmm… how much will makin’ a little girl ‘n her mam happy cost? I dunno.” He smiled at you. “It’s on the house. I can see that ye haven’t had such a good day, so….”

“Really? Are you sure? I mean, I have the money….”

“I’m completely sure. It’s good te make someone happy once in a while.”

“Well, I truly do thank you. It also seems that we’ll need a room, if that’s alright?”

“Sure. Room four was just recently vacated. It’s right up here.” He led you up the stairs, the kids trailing behind.

The room was small for five people, but it seemed like a mansion to the children, who only had their old, overcrowded loop to compare it to. There were four rickety beds, though they did seem to be clean, and a barren nightstand next to each of them. 

“Ah… I forgot that this only had four beds. I can get ye another room, or-”

“No, no, this is fine. Thank you for your help, Kev.” You subtly ushered him toward the door.

“Oh- well, if ye need anythi-”

“Yes, of course. Ta, then! Have a nice day!” You shut the door, leaving him very confused.

Alex was wheezing on the floor behind you.

“That… that was absolutely amazing Miss Saker! You are an absolute icon!” 

What in Abaton does that mean? You never could understand the new slang terms that the 1970s held. 

Elina yawned, setting off all the other children and alerting you to their needs.

“Alright then, time for bed.” Immediately, they were completely awake.

“I’m not tired at all, Miss Saker, therefore I shan’t be able to fall asleep.” 

“The fact that your accent is coming out very strongly tells me that you are indeed tired, Leo.” You crossed your arms. “Bed. now.” Your wards slouched, and grudgingly picked out a bed each.

“Miss Saker, where will you sleep tonight?” Astrid asked as you were tucking her covers in.

“On the floor, of course. Now, did you remember to take off your gloves?”

“But it won’t be comfortable! The floor is so hard and cold and dirty and-”

“Your gloves, Astrid.” She was very talkative, even late at night, though you had come to enjoy it. Sometimes.

She took off the gloves that helped control her peculiarity and was about to start chattering again when Elina suddenly spoke up from her bed in the corner.

“I could make you a nest with a spare blanket, Miss Saker?” You gave her one of your very rare genuine smiles.

“That would be lovely, Elina.”

“Wait- how did she know you were going to sleep in bird form?” Alex asked, finally catching on. You smiled again at Elina and kissed her on the forehead.

“She’s made me a little nest before when I fall asleep in my study while in bird form.”

“And that happens often?”

“Surprisingly so. Now, snuggle in and no more talking.” As the children said their goodnights, you finally transformed into your bird form; a stunning saker falcon. You jumped lightly onto Elina’s bed, careful not to hurt her with your razor-sharp talons or accidentally hit her with your wing (which had happened on more than one occasion). 

Though you nestled into the warm bunch of blankets right away, you didn’t fall asleep until much later, and even then, you were restless all night. 

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Little did you know, in the old manor that you would trek to the next day, a group of peculiars and one very curious ymbryne had observed all of this. Alma LeFay Peregrine set her watch and gave the children a reassuring smile while she pondered what this meant and why her stomach had fluttered when you gave that dazzling smile.

[whereforarthur]

Two Heads are Better than One

Requested by @amofbebbanburg: Hello! I know something to write 😝😝😝 if you haven’t written this already, how about a Spencer Reid x reader where they both are geniusses and both can get extremely involved in discussions and the team is always flabbergasted as they don’t understand a thing about them, except.. That Spencer and her have a crush on eachother and they make Spencer fonally act on it? Maybe some NSFW to it ❤

A/N: Takes place during season 5 and mentions Spencer being shot in the knee. Introduction takes place in season 5, episode 5 “Cradle to Grave” Sorry I went a little off of the request I had an idea and I ran with it, I still hope you enjoy!

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Category: FLUFF and SMUT! (NSFW)

Couple: Spencer Reid x BAU! reader

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, chocking, Dom!Spencer, degradation 

Word Count: 2,889

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"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."

-Albert Einstein 

You were sat at the corner of Spencer's desk as he rambled on about a blog he had just found, you wouldn’t have stayed and listened cause the subject was boring to you, but you stayed because you loved to watch the first genius in the BAU ramble. Especially since he was shot you couldn’t spend a moment away from him, afraid that something like that would happen again.

You were happy to see Derek walk in to the office finally someone else that Reid could talk to besides you. But, before you could give Reid to Derek, he was questioning Reid.

“Reid, what did I miss?”

“Oh, man, you're not gonna believe this. Some moron just posted a blog called "what would Carl Sagan do?" Spencer completely oblivious to what Derek was asking him about.

“No, Reid, the case.” Derek asked him again annoyance clear in his voice. “What's the case?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t know about a case, do you know about a case y/n/n” Spencer now directed his attention to you. You shook your head no “Nope I didn’t hear about any new cases coming in.” You told the boys.

“These emails from Hotch.” "take a look at this, " "new case to review."

“Emails from Hotch? I didn't get any emails from Hotch,” Spencer replied back to Derek while he typed on his computer. “did i? Nothing.” Both you and Spencer were clueless about what Derek was taking about. 

The whole time he talked you and Spencer shared questioning gazes between the two of you as you played with his crutches, him stealing them away from you before you hurt yourself or broke them. 

Derek had walked to Hotch’s office before you could ask him what was going on you and Spencer just went back to talking about the blog, you both assumed that Hotch had asked Derek to consul on a case before it was brought up in front of the entire team. 

*****

“Kristie Taylor, runaway, drug addict, Reported missing from Farmington, New Mexico 3 years ago. Yesterday, she turned up off a freeway Outside of Rio Rancho.” JJ had begin debriefing the team about their new case.

“Sexual assault combined with ligature marks on her wrists and ankles.” Spencer stated reading off of the case file. 

“She was asphyxiated.” You shuddered as you stated that as you hand was brought up to your neck, you hated whenever victims died from this, thinking that one day it could be you. In the bedroom you were know as the kinky submissive type, completely different from the dominant personality you used at work. And one of the things that could always get you off was a little bit of breath play, choking, you just loved it when a man took complete control of you, when your life was in his hands.

Those hands, god you had to get over this crush on Spencer ever since he was shot you realized your feelings were more of the “I want you to absolutely destroy me”, then the overprotective family type that they other members of the team had for him.

Spencer shook you out of your thoughts as he mouthed to you “are you okay” you simply nodded your head “yes” and went back to listening to JJ talk about the case.

When you had tuned back in Rossi was talking about how “There are a lot of guys out there who like chains.” You giggled to yourself and girls too, you thought to yourself. Spencer was confused as to way the mention of chains made you giggle, but figured out the answer when he saw the way your pupils were dilated, the rising blush on your checks, and the way you bit you lip with desire. 

He blushed to himself, trying to get the imagine of you tied up in chains for him and only him out of his head. He cleared his throat and tried to get rid of the growing bulge in his tight pants.

Rossi asked JJ  “ Are we sure this is the same unsub?”

“Kristie Taylor's autopsy report also indicates a second connection between these victims.” JJ replied back to him

Spencer informing the team of the connection, “she was pregnant.” Flipping the case file closed as JJ said that she had just given birth, she was killed within minutes of giving birth.

You had a theory, “This unsub isn't your typical sexual sadist. Captivity and assault we've seen before. What we haven't seen is this signature-- The role he forces these women to fulfill before he kills them. Motherhood.” you told the team all of them looking shocked and terrified.

“Journalist William D. Tammeus wrote, "you don't really understand human nature "unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round "will wave at his parents every time around And why his parents will always wave back."

“So why would a sexual sadist make women carry his children?” Emily asked the team with absolute confusion as to the unsubs motive.

“Gary Heidnik kept a harem in a dungeon. His goal was to create a large family As a replacement for his own broken home.” Spencer answered then turned to look at you, you continued his explanation.

“Josef Fritzl kept his daughter in a cell in his own house, And they had several kids together.” 

You and Spencer were always like this, you guys were known to finish each others thoughts almost as if you too shared the same brain. It was absolutely sickening how adorable you two were with each other when you would get into your genius debates, rattling factoids about anything to prove which one was smarter. They were always wondering when you two would finally get together.

And to be honest you had finally had enough of the back and forth of the will they won’t they and you had decided (much to Penelope's constant nagging) that after this case you would finally tell Spencer how you felt, and fingers crossed, jump his bones.

***** The case had finally rapped up after what had felt like forever and you were glad to step foot back into the bullpen, determination coursing through your veins as you eyes landed on Spencer.

“Hey Spencie want to get takeout and do a movie night?, I’ll even let you pick out the first movie” You asked him hoping that he said yes, but he usually always did Spencer could never say no to the puppy dog eyes you were know to give him.

“That sounds amazing,” He replied as he laced your arms together walking you towards the elevator “your place or mine?”

“Yours” If this plan was going to end in the way you hoped it did you wanted it to be done at his place. You wanted him to take you on every surface of his apartment. You felt yourself getting wetter at the idea and before you even realized it Spencer was opening the car door for you to get in, you blushed as you thanked him for being such a gentlemen and got in the car.

*****

You had made your way to Spencer’s apartment without exciting yourself to much, in case he didn’t return the same feeling of attraction.

You sat on the couch as Spencer placed your usual order at your favorite Chinese restaurant. “It’ll be here in 20 minutes” he told you as he joined you on the couch and he set his crutches down on the ground you gathered up some courage to place your hand on his knee. 

“Does it still hurt Spencer?” You began to bring your hand up and down his leg in a teasing manner making sure not to put too much pressure on it. 

“Umm no-o not that much only when I-i try to put too much pressure on it.” Spencer didn’t know what you were trying to do but, he was hoping that you were finally going to tell him how you felt. 

“OK that’s good just tell me if this hurts” 

“If what hur...” Before he could finish his sentence you straddled yourself on his lap combing some hair that had falling in his face behind his ears. You smiled deviously as you felt his growing bulge resting at your core, you moaned at the sensation. 

And in that moment, Spencer had lost all control, the years of him holding in his feelings were finally able to be set free. He grabbed your chin bringing your face inches away from him. You felt his hot breath fan over your face, another moan escaping your mouth.

His pupils were extremely dilated, they were filled with lust and desire. “Is this why you wanted to do a movie night y/n, huhh?” He left one hand on your check as the other wandered down to your throat giving just enough pressure to make you a whimpering mess in his lap.

“Yes, Doctor” That’s all you needed to say to him before he captured your lips in a breathtaking kiss both of you moaning at the sensation of finally being together.

“That’s what I fucking thought.” Spencer manged to get out in between kisses.

Both of you exploring each others bodies like you both had dreamed about. 

His hands now harshly gripping your hips and grinding you against him. You ran your fingers through his lengthy curls, tugging at the ends eliciting several moans from him. He begin to work his kisses from your lips down to your neck leaving love bites in his wake, marking you as his.

With every kiss and bite you were a whimpering mess for him, grinding your hips against his, your core was pulsating and you needed him so badly at this point it hurt.

You finally began to undress each other, the want of him being inside of you taking over your body. You stood up to help remove his clothes making sure that you didn’t hurt his leg.

“Are you able to hold yourself up against a wall” You asked him with a smirk.

“Yes” 

You grabbed his hand and shoved him against the wall before getting down on your knees, you stripped yourself down to your bra and underwear. Spencer had to stop himself from practically cumming at the sight.

“You are so fucking gorgeous” He manged to get out in between moans as you began to palm his erection through his underwear. 

Finally having enough of teasing him you grabbed his underwear and dragged it down to his ankles, him kicking them off. You were shocked at the sight of him.

His tip was pulsating red with pre-cum as it rest against his stomach, you had never felt more aroused then you were in that exact moment you couldn’t wait any longer, you had to feel him.

You wrapped your hand around his erection, staring to stroke him gently. You stuck your tongue out as you drug it up and down his shaft, bringing it up from the base to the tip. You looked at Spencer, having a feeling that eye contact was a turn on for him, he moaned at the sight of you, which only egged you on even more. 

You finally wrapped your lips around the tip, giving it a kiss before you began to to take him in your mouth. You wanted Spencer to fuck your mouth and that is exactly what he did. You felt his grip on the back of your head tighten as he began to thrust rapidly into your mouth, you made sure to relax your jaw to allow him more room inside of you.

He guided your mouth up and down his length, him loving the control that you gave him. 

“You fucking love letting me you use that pretty mouth of yours. Fuck, it feels so good baby, you are taking it so well, like the good, slut that you are.” Between the praising and the degradation you were soaking wet and just dying to feel Spencer inside of you.

You loved that you were the only one to see him like this, the complete opposite of how he acted in work. He never cursed, he barely had the courage to take control. But, in this moment he was in full control and both of you were high off the feeling.

Spencer was so close to the edge as much as the idea of cumming down your throat excited him he needed to know hat it felt like to be inside of you first.

You pouted as Spencer yanked you off of him, dragging you up by the hair. You know stood practically dripping from how wet you were on shaky legs as he had to hold you up as he wiped the spit from your chin and the tears that fell from your eyes.

“As much as I wanted to cum into the pretty mouth of yours I think we would both enjoy it much more if I come in your fucking cunt.” Each word made you wetter by the second, he pushed your ruined panties to the side.

He started with two of those perfect and long fingers, that slipped with such ease inside of me, he roughly finger fucked me. He had to hold me up with one hand as we made out like horny teenagers.

As he pumped his fingers inside of me he began to rub my clit with his thumb, he could feel how close your were, the way you were clenching around his fingers, you had stopped kissing him to preoccupied with the feeling of his fingers deep inside of you. 

“Are you going to come for me, as I finger that tight pussy up against my apartment wall, for all my neighbors to hear. I want you to fucking scream my name as you moan. I want everyone to know who you belong to.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, you came hard and quick a sting of curses and the doctors name falling from your lips. He never stopped his assault on your pussy, he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you as you came down from your high.

“Good girl, so fucking responsive to me and the real fun hasn’t even begun.”

He lead you to his bedroom him climbing up on the bed first carefully as to not hurt his leg, as soon as he was situated he told you to take off your bra and underwear as he patted his lap.

As soon as you straddled him he gripped your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head, as his other hand guided his length into you. 

Your moans were echoing through the bedroom as he entered you, filling you to the brim completely stretching you out. “Fuck, you take my cock so good baby, so fucking tight.” He stated as he began to pound into you from below you ground your hips against him trying to keep up with his pace.

His hand still tighten wrapped around your throat he pulled you towards him capturing your lips in a kiss that seemed a lot softer compared to the situation that the two of you were in now.

“Fuck, Spencer you fill me up so good.” He moaned at your words only pulling you closer to him and thrusting deeper inside of you. You felt yourself coming closer to release as he groaned against your ear.

The hand from your throat was removed only to move to your bundle of nerves circling it, “I want you to come all over my cock baby, before I fill you up with my load. Understood?”

“Yes, Doctor.” 

“Come for me baby,” he pleads as he feels his release is close. A hot panting mess, you still managed to scream his name as you came.

Spencer wasn’t far behind you still thrusting into with such force, your pussy tightening around him added to his orgasm as he came deep inside of you.

“Oh, god, fuck that feels so good baby.” 

You two just sat there for awhile in pure bliss, both of you hot sweaty messes but neither of you cared. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of you you whimpered at the soreness that you felt, but knew that Spencer would take care of it for you. 

He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before he hobbled (since he left his crutches in the living room) his way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you up, you flopped over onto your stomach feeling completely drained.

You couldn’t stop the giddy feeling that coursed throughout your entire body you had never thought this moment was going to happen, especially with a co-worker that you fantasized about on a daily basis. You had finally realized you were also madly in love with this man.

Unbeknownst to you Spencer had felt the same giddy feeling as he stood just there in the bathroom staring at his reflection in the mirror with a smile that spread across his entire face. He had to realized the love he had for you and couldn’t be happy then to tell you.

*****

“Some love stories aren't epic novels. Some are short stories. But that doesn't make them any less filled with love.”

- Carrie Bradshaw 

[prettyyoungtragedy]

Written in the Stars (13)

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: Angst, violence, minor character death, lots of gore and evisceration. 

A/N: This chapter is dark, like super dark so I apologize in advance for it! I am nt sure about what kind of trigger warnings to put here but if you don’t like death, maybe gloss over this one or just come ask me in my inbox what happened. I hope ya’ll don’t hate me too much for that ending but I promise I will fix it all soooon! Just be patient with me hahaha! I love you all for reading this and we are almost at the end!

This was generously Beta’d by my beta @suz-123 , without whom this fic wouldn’t get done!

Links are being a bitch so you can find the whole fic in my WIP masterlist in my bio!

Taglist is closed, Sorry guys!

The first thing you feel when your consciousness awakes is the tight feeling of your wrists bound behind you, and the ache in your shoulders from how far back they are bound. Gasping for air, you forced your eyes open slowly, feeling the dull throb coming from behind your eyes, there is dried blood cracking on the side of your face as you winced.

Your consciousness slowly allowing your mind to awaken and your heart rate immediately spiking as you remembered what had happened. 

Your eyes register the space you are in, a dimly lit room, there’s a metal table nearby, on it is an array of tools, and you immediately knew what they were for. Your vision blurs for a moment and you breathed slowly, your head dropping forward as lethargy surged through you, clearly, you had been drugged.

The metallic taste in your mouth led you to believe it was some kind of Rohypnol. You shake your head trying to rid yourself of the feeling, and jostle the cuffs that held your body to the chair your wrist protesting in pain as the broken knuckles ached. You’re still wearing the dress from earlier, you don’t know how much earlier, but it’s slightly ruined now. There are rips and tears in the silk, and there are streaks of mud and grime on it from the struggle you had put up earlier when Arcas was dragging you into that blacked out car. 

“What the fuck,” You muttered but you already knew who was behind this. That fucking prick traitor Arcas, anger surged through you at the thought of him. All these months that asshole was biding his time, plotting against you all while protecting you. 

What a cunt, you thought. 

The sound of metal clanking behind you startled you, and you tried to twist around in the direction of it but your wrists and shoulders protested in pain. You hear footsteps approach you and stop directly behind you.

“Arcas?” You whispered,

You feel them lean down and place their lips close to your ear, feel their hot breath against your neck, and you shudder with disgust.

“Guess again?” A male voice, distinctive, so familiar.

Then the figure stepped out from behind you, and into the light. Your breath hitching in your throat at the sight of the man before you,  You immediately recognize him, Baron Strucker.

“Strucker,” You spat,

“Good to see you again, doctor.” Baron Strucker smirked at you and you shivered. 

This was a man who had done more harm to humanity that one could even speak about. He was the one scientist after Zola that had done irreparable damage to so many lives while he worked for Hydra. He was cold, a sociopath with very little care for human life. 

You knew this because you’d seen the files of his work and shuddered to think of all the undocumented experiments he had performed on the numerous others who suffered at his hands. 

“Hydra’s number one experimental asshole.”

“I thought that was you,” He smirked at you,

You frowned at his response, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t act like you don’t remember all the magic you cooked up in that lab of yours,” He sneered, “You might play the damsel in distress to those circus freaks and they believe it, but we knew who you really are,”

“I have no fucking idea what you’re on about, buddy,” You jeered at him, you knew it was probably a bad idea to antagonize him, considering your current situation but, what the hell, you were probably going to die anyway, might as well be on your own terms.

“I’d be a little less of bitch right now,” He sneered, “You don’t hold all the cards here, I do.”

“Is that supposed to scare me?” Oh god what is wrong with you, just shut up!

“No, but there are ways I could scare you, ways unique to a woman,” 

“You do know if you touch me, he’s going to kill you all right?” 

“Let him try, he wouldn’t be the first asset we put down like the dogs they are.” 

Your heart lurches, they were going to try and kill Bucky. But no, he would be fine. You knew Bucky would be fine, he could take care of himself and he was going to come and get you and kill all these assholes. But did he know you were missing yet? 

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that.” You spat, 

Strucker laughed and shook his head, “Call me all the names you want, none of it is going to matter in the end.” 

“Okay then you are a cock sucking,shit eating, dirt bag.” You grinned at Strucker jeeringly, anger flashed across his face and he slammed the back of his hand across your face. 

You gasped in pain as your face is whipped to the side, pain lancing across your cheekbone and jaw, your lip splits and you can taste the blood. 

You laughed, “You hit like a fucking girl,” 

Why couldn’t you just shut the fuck up!

Again Strucker strikes you, and this time the pain is worse but you aren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s hurting you so you laughed softly again. 

“I hit harder than that,” 

“Shut up you bitch!” Strucker grabbed you by the neck and lifted your face up toward his. The anger in his eyes is evident as he glared at you. 

“You know, you always were an insufferable bitch.” He seethed, “You’re lucky you were useful to us,” 

You frowned at him, what the hell did that mean. 

“After all you created the serum which gave us our new assets.” The confident smugness with which he said this made your heart stop. 

“What the fuck do you mean?” You said sounding a lot more afraid than you had intended to. 

“Let me show you,”

Strucker moved a few feet in front of you and flipped a switch, a screen suddenly illuminating the dark room and you squinted at the bright light. There was a pause before Strucker pressed a button and a video began to play.

The screen displayed a boy, he couldn’t have been older than eighteen, strapped to a metal table. There was an IV hooked up to him, and he was writhing in agony while the green liquid in the IV slowly drained into his body.

The smile on Strucker’s face made your blood run cold, your heart began to thump in your chest harder and harder with each passing second of the video, you watched the boy choke and his body shudder while he tried to scream until he stilled unmoving with cold, wide eyes, the color drained from his face.

“Test subject 18, male, unresponsive to the serum. Failure due to subject death.” The voice on the screen announced with such disinterest you felt sick to your stomach bile rising in your throat.

“What the hell,” You whispered in horror,

The video changed again and again to different subjects before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please stop, please.” You begged, “Why are you showing me this?”

“Because you created the serum that gave us new soldiers, see these were our failures, but then we realized if we kept letting you work, you would figure out a way to create what we wanted. For all your brilliance you never realized, your work wasn’t a cure to anything but some sort of replica serum that was used on Captain America all those years ago. You just modified it to benefit some aspects only,”

“No, no no. That serum was for trauma patients, to cure cancer. We weren’t even testing it, you can't...you couldn’t...it...was not mine. I would have known.” You tried to form a coherent sentence but words were failing you at that moment,

Your mind was racing, they couldn’t have replicated the super soldier serum, even though at some point you used some of Dr. Erskine's formula, it was just a small part of what you were doing.

“Why would I lie about something like this?” Strucker said, smugly grinning at you.

“They will stop you, none of you will get away with this.” You said through gritted teeth, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes. All that work, years of research and development and it had all gone into helping Hydra create more monsters.

“I wonder what your soldier will say now that he knows the woman he’s falling so deeply in love with was creating the same thing that was used to make him a compliant killer,” Strucker stalked closer towards you coming to a stop before you, “You see, Josef has been good to us, he placed those files for the soldier to find. We thought they'd show you, especially our Winter Soldier, but it seems his feelings for you have clouded his judgment. He’s seen the footage. Do you think he will come for you after seeing what your work has done?”  

Who the fuck was Josef? You thought. then slowly it dawned on you...Arcas was part of the Winter Soldier program and your blood ran cold. 

“What...Bucky knew?”

Did Bucky know? Is that why he had taken himself off your detail and stopped coming around? There were a million thoughts going through your head at that moment but you don’t respond, instead, your anger gets the best of you and you spat in Strucker’s face, before violently trying to shove yourself off the chair in an attempt to get at him. It was a futile attempt, but your anger wasn’t letting you think properly at that moment.

Strucker laughed and wiped his hand across his face, “Your hubris always was going to be your downfall, too bad you won’t be around to see the wonders your work will do for Hydra,”

You opened your mouth to respond but he never gives you a chance to, instead he hits you across the head with his fist and everything blacks out again.

~~~

You slip in and out of consciousness, you vaguely feel a presence in the room as they insert a needle into your arm. Your vision swims and you feel cold, so cold for some reason.

You try to speak but your words are escaping you, there’s something fighting in your mind a sort of consciousness that screams at what is being done to you but you’re too lethargic to fight it, so your mind screams again and again.

Cold metal against your bare skin and you feel like ice is injected into your veins and this time s a scream is torn from your throat, one that is so terrifying it scares that voice inside your head silent.

~~~

Bucky stands in the middle of the crowded room, there is a flurry of commotion around him, but he hears nothing. It’s as if his world has come to a standstill and everyone around him is a blur. His heart beats slow and hard, he can hear the blood rushing through his veins and feel the slow steady beat of it against his rib cage.

His mind is slipping, he is teetering dangerously on that cliff between him and the Soldier. The slow burn anger that is coursing through his veins at that moment scares a small part of him, but he doesn’t stop it. He doesn’t take a beat, he needs this to fuel him.

Bucky is angry, at Steve, at Tony, at Arcas, at Hydra but most of all Bucky is angry at himself. He is angry that he never saw this, he is angry that he approved Arcas as your protection, he is angry that he’d been so blind in protecting you that he missed the most obvious of detaila. It was like they wanted him to slip up so badly it haunted him.

He berated himself from the moment you went missing when he found your watch smashed in the apartment, the broken glass everywhere, and when he walked out of your apartment with that feeling in his chest like he’d failed you.

“It’s going to be fine, Bucky,” Steve repeated again and again, but Bucky didn’t believe him, not for one second.

“This is my fault,” Bucky responded again and again and, no matter how many times everyone tried to assure him it wasn’t, he never listened.

Bucky took a deep breath and shook his head, he needed to clear his mind, needed to get out of his head for a moment. He looked around the room and feels suffocated by the flurry of people around him. Two quick strides and he wrenches open the door to the communications room and stepped out into the quieter hallway.

He immediately sprinted down the hallway to a quiet space and leaned against the wall, sucking in a deep breath as his heart began to beat erratically. Bucky closed his eyes and keeled over, he tried not to feel sick but he can’t help the bile that rises in his throat.

Panicked, Bucky can feel the fear rising inside him. He hadn’t had a panic attack in years and he’d forgotten how it felt. It reminded him of drowning and no matter how much he struggled he couldn’t breathe or save himself.

Bucky slammed his metal arm against his chest in an attempt to get his lungs to open, but they remained locked. His mind is spinning out of control, and he’s careening off that edge, so hard.

Control, control, control. That is all it’s screaming at him, of which he had none in this situation.

Shit.shit.shit. He tries to breathe again, and he hits the wall with his fist. Once, twice, thrice, each time his fist lands against the concrete it spiders and cracks further, almost rocking the entire floor.

Until the concrete visibly gives way and his metal fist flies through the wall sending chunks of concrete flying across the way, Bucky screams in frustration and whirled around feeling helpless.

Behind him, Steve, Sam, and Tony all stand there looking at him wide-eyed. Concern is plastered across Steve’s face, and Sam’s too. Tony had an understanding expression on his face, which surprises Bucky.

“Buck-” Steve started to say,

“Unless you’re here to tell me you have something, I don’t fucking care what you have to say,” Bucky snarled,

“We do,” Sam said quickly grabbing the tablet from Steve’s hands and approaching Bucky. He immediately grabbed the tablet from Sam and looked at it.

“What am I looking at?” Bucky asked frowning down at the fuzzy picture before him,

“That is the car she was taken in, it was registered to Jasper Sitwell and since we know he’s not alive, I am assuming it was Arcas whose driving it.” Sam said,

“We tracked the car via satellite to a location in Jersey, we have a STRIKE team ready to go,” Steve said,

“So what the fuck are we standing around for?” Was all Bucky said.

~~~

Cold, so cold. Why is it so cold, your mind is fuzzy.

Forcing your eyes open, you can’t see, everything is a haze. It’s cold, why is it so cold. It’s like pure frost injected into your veins, why do you feel like this, what have they done to you.

You try to speak but you can’t move your jaw is locked, it’s like your lungs are seizing up but you can still breathe, a strangled sound coming from your throat, your eyelids are heavy like lead is poured into your eyes, then, slowly, you feel the current shoot through your body and suddenly you feel like your body is on fire, your mind is screaming but no sound comes out.

You can’t move, you can’t stop the pain, the blinding, searing, terrifying pain.

A single strangled cry escapes your throat and your eyes flutter shut, whiting out.

What the fuck had they done to you.

~~~

He stepped out of the weapons vault, sliding the gun in his hand into the thigh holster. Everyone in the room falls silent, their eyes turned toward the pause feels tangible.

Bucky is decked out in head to toe black, the suit he wears is so eerily similar to that of the Winter Soldier, a stealth suit designed by Tony for missions that required a certain level of anonymity. Guns strapped to his body, knives in their smooth holders, his metal arm looked daunting bare and glinting in the light. He has so many weapons on him it’s hard to say where he ended and they started. His expression is hard and deadly, and Steve sucked in a slow deep breath as his eyes roamed over his best friend.

No, this wasn’t his best friend anymore, this was the Soldier, This was death personified, this was Ares. 

“Ready?” Steve asked softly,

Bucky’s cold eyes met his, and Steve had a momentary flashback to standing on that bridge in front of the Winter Soldier who was ready to kill him. He watched as Bucky just nodded at him and picked something off one of the shelves before he stalked out of the vault, looking every bit like the killer Hydra had made him into.

~~~

“Two entrances, one here and here.” Steve said pointing to the blueprint of the building where they had been led to, “Sam  will go through the east, Bucky and I will take the west entrance, STRIKE will hold back until we give the order that she is in there, our priority is to get her out alive, minimum casualties.”

“No,” Bucky shook his head, “I will go in alone,” 

“Bucky-” 

“This isn’t a negotiation. I go in alone.” The authority in his voice stilled Steve for a moment 

He looked around at the people standing before him, his eyes landing on back Bucky who stood with a scowl on his face, arms crossed over his chest and eyes hard. He could see Bucky making his own plan in his head, nothing any of them said at that moment was going to make a difference. He’d already made up his mind here.

“Bucky?” Sam said quietly as the STRIKE team all moved off to go prepare in their positions, “Are you sure you’re okay to do this?”

Bucky looked up at Sam and then at Steve, his cold gaze seemed to barely recognize them as he regarded them, Sam’s question barely phasing him at that moment as all he felt was the rage, cold, hard rage.

“Don’t as me stupid fucking questions,” He replied coolly,

“We just don’t want you to do something that brings back-”

“I don’t care,” Bucky interrupted him, “They want the Soldier, I will give them the Soldier.”

Then Steve and Sam watched Bucky raise that black mask to his face, the one that brought back memories of death, and winter, the one he’d been forced to wear, the one that stripped him of his identity and replaced him with the Winter Soldier and put it on.

It was like a different person stood before them at that moment, a person neither of them recognized yet both of them felt a ripple of fear run through them as they looked at his visage.

~~~

“Herr Strucker, they’re here,”

Strucker turned to his soldiers, hands clasped fast behind his back and he looks over him. His creations, his projects, his successes. Each as strong as the next, they stood before him armed and dangerous, as young as they were they were strong enough to take on the Avengers. He believed this with all his heart, this time he would win.

“Kill them all,” He said calmly, “But bring me our asset, I want him to watch when I kill her.”

~~~

Bucky no longer sees the faces of the men he’s killed, all he feels is rage. His mind blocked out everything else and focused on that rage that fueled him. His mind is blank save for one thought, save her or die trying.

He tosses aside the gun, it clatters to the floor as he stepped over the lifeless body of one of Strucker’s men who he had just put six bullets in his head. Was it excessive? Absolutely, but Bucky doesn’t care.

This is who he is, this part of him was always there, waiting calmly in the dark to be released, and it was gleeful for this moment. Bucky could be the monster they made him, he would show them just how capable he was of tearing out their hearts and watching them die with a smile on his face.

They created him, and now he was going to destroy them.

As he rounded the corner, another soldier comes at him. Bucky easily sidestepped his attack, and wrenched the serrated edge knife from its holster on his thigh and faster than lightning he slammed it into the soldier’s jugular, blood spraying everywhere and all over him.

He doesn’t flinch as the warm red liquid drips down the side of his face, Bucky watched with disinterested eyes as he pulled the blood-covered knife out of the young soldier’s neck and watched him crumple to the ground clutching his wound in a futile attempt to save himself.

Bucky kicked him aside and kept moving through the dark hallway, he had been through at least two dozen soldiers, already. Behind him lay a trail of dead bodies, blood and gore, and dying soldiers.

He kicked open one of the metal doors in the hallway, and two soldiers rush at him. Firing off their weapons, a bullet nicks his cheek a second before he whipped his face out of its path. He feels the sting the bullet leaves behind and both soldiers freeze when they see the new fury settling over his face.

They know who he is, they have seen that mask before, they have seen the footage. It was footage they had been trained with, but none of them anywhere near his caliber of fighting.

He surged forward and grabbed the barrel of the closest soldiers gun, he wrenched it from his hands and kicked him in the chest sending him flying backward. The other soldier who couldn’t have been older than eighteen pulled out his knife and ran at him. Big mistake, Bucky could see the sloppiness in their fighting, they weren’t trained like he was, or they were, but weren’t good enough.

Knocking his attacker back with his metal fist, Bucky grabbed the knife from him and plunged it into his abdomen, watching as the young soldiers face contorted with pain and shock before Bucky eviscerated him. Letting him fall to his knees before him, clutching his stomach and screaming.

His screams mean nothing to Bucky at that moment, they all deserved to die. Stone-faced, he kicked him aside again and stalked down the dark hallway again.  

This was the Winter Soldier, this is who he was.

~~~

In your fugue state, you heard the screams and the battle going on around you but you couldn’t find it in you to get up. They had you in a chair again, tied up and barely awake, your head drooped towards your chest, and your mind fuzzy.

You hear voices around you but you can’t make out anything distinct. There are shouts in the room and the sound of glass breaking. Finally, you forced your eyes open and dragged your head up to look around you.

You see Arcas standing beside you with a gun in his hand and a few feet in front of him is Strucker. They are both facing the door, clearly anticipating someone’s arrival.

Your mind immediately goes to Bucky. Had he come for you? Was that what all the commotion was?

Then suddenly the door flies open, almost being ripped off its hinges as it’s kicked up, and in steps a visage of a man that made your heart stop.

The stark black of his suit, covered in blood and grime, and that mask that hid his face, but the coldness in those starlight eyes shone brightly. Your heart jumped, even in this fugue state you would know those eyes anywhere.

Bucky. no this was not Bucky this was the Winter Soldier.

Arcas and Strucker both raised their weapons at him and Bucky halted his movements, his eyes going to you in the chair, tied up, beaten, bruised and then to the two men who stood before him and he took a step towards them, rage radiating off him like a cloud of black.

“Ah ah! Move and I shoot her,” Arcas said turning the gun on you, and Bucky froze.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Strucker said calmly, his gun still pointed at Bucky, “I see you are still well trained in doing your job, is there anyone left alive out there?

Bucky remained silent, his eyes suddenly glued on Arcas and the gun pointed in your direction, his heart thundering in his chest. The moment he laid eyes on you, in that chair all that rage disappeared and was replaced with fear.

His heart constricted at the sight of you, there was no way he could get to you and take out both Arcas and Strucker at the same time. He weighed his options in his mind, eyes moving between the two men and then, slowly, Bucky removed the black mask, letting it fall to the ground.

“Ah, there he is,” Strucker said with a smug smirk,

“What do you want?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth, he is trying to calm himself down but slow panic is rising in his chest. He needed Sam and Steve to get here, and quickly. The longer Arcas pointed the gun at you the less in control Bucky felt.

“What do I want? Such a loaded question,” Strucker chuckled,

“Enlighten me then?” 

Strucker paused for a moment then spoke, “You see, after all these years you are no longer important to us. We have created a new breed of super soldiers you and your Captain are archaic, those that you killed in out there they are merely a testing phase group. And it was all thanks to your little girlfriend here that we are able to experiment on these soldiers. See we plan on making them better, faster, stronger, more...compliant than you were.”

Strucker stepped back and moved towards Arcas, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And Josef here is our prize-winning pupil. He is the new Winter Soldier, he was able to remain in your presence for almost a year without you detecting him. He infiltrated your organization and fed us intelligence so effortlessly that even our favorite asset didn’t detect him.”

Bucky glared at Arcas, feeling rage building up inside him again. He had approved Arcas, he had allowed him into your life, into your protection detail. How could he have been so stupid, so careless with your safety.

“And he has played his part brilliantly,” Strucker continued, “Of course the good doctor here has made it her life's mission to foil our plans and is now the only person who can replicate the serum for us so we have to take some...precautions, to ensure that our asset, if you will, won’t be giving us more trouble any time soon.”

“What did you do to her?” Bucky demanded taking a step towards them, clenching his fists at his side. He looked at you and sees you looking up at him with weak dazed eyes, his heart constricts again.

Strucker laughed, and just shook his head. “Nothing that you need to worry about,”

“What do you fucking want?” His rage is bubbling over, Bucky wants this to end, he needs it to.

“To watch you suffer,” Strucker said simply, then he nodded at Arcas, who looked at Bucky with a sinister smile on his face.

Then it happened, the gun goes off. 

Once, twice, thrice, and Bucky’s entire world stopped, a strangled horrified howl escaping his throat.

[arawynn]

A Whole New World - Chapter 1

A not so normal day - Part 1

Bucky X Reader Werewolf AU

 Summary: In a world of werewolves you are the scapegoat of your pack – the Hydra pack. When another pack attacks, you become a captive in the famous Avengers-pack. Is it a jump from the frying pan into the fire? Or will you find somebody to love?

 Warnings: fighting (mentioned), domestically pack abuse, swearing, violence

 Your day had started surprisingly well. You had managed to sneak into the kitchen and grab some food before the staff had arrived. When they were there earlier than you, you were forced to wait until the whole pack had eaten their breakfast. In this case, your breakfast turned out to be stingy. Not that your pack was short of food, it was one of the many repressions you had to deal with.

On top of this you had managed to reach the library without meeting any pack companion. More or less everyone in the cave system was actually a pain in the ass. They picked on you at every given opportunity. Maybe except the youngs but you were forbidden to be anywhere near them. The only person who treated you just as always was Josef, the old Keeper of Tales. His demesne was the library where even the Alpha had to follow his orders.

The library was the place you could hide from the constant picking and find some peace. The cave system your pack lived in was widely ramified so there was only a very small chance to be found if you really didn’t want to. And the library itself was due to all the shelves full of nooks and crannies.

Josef showed no sign that he recognized your entering but you didn’t doubt that he knew full well about your presence. A Keeper of Tales knew everything about his pack. The information always reached him. It had to be like this, because Keepers of Tales were the chronicler of the circle. He kept track of births, deaths, shifts of members from and to other packs, who had bind themselves to whom.

The book you currently read was still in its shelf where you had left it the evening before. Your bookmark was also still in place. It was easy to proceed where you had left. War strategies across the centuries. A few years ago you would never have touched such a book, let alone read it. But without any proper tasks to attend, you had started to read each and every book in the pack’s library.

Sometime – you weren’t sure how much time had passed – the door was pushed open roughly and several people stormed in. Peeping out between the shelves you recognized Brock, Helmut and Wolfgang. The pack’s forefront. “We need all the relevant information about the Avengers pack. Now. They are literally about to force their way through our front door.” Your Alpha Brock sounded rushed and angry.

It took literally all your willpower to stay quiet. Your wolfish ears moved instinctively so they were laying backwards, close to your head. At the same time, your tail went between your legs and up your belly, firmly pressed against your body. It showed both fear and submission even though the three males didn’t know you were also in the library. But this reaction had become an instinct whenever you met one of them.

At the same time, you felt a kind of excitement. The Avengers pack was the most powerful one in North America. Some rumours claimed even that they were the most powerful pack of both American continents. And definitely among the mightiest packs of the world. Being attacked by them was a serious danger.

In the ever calm manner Josef showed always, he told them the most important facts about the attacking pack. You knew everything the Keeper of Tales said. It had been in one of the many books you had read. The Alpha cursed when Josef stopped talking. “We must evacuate. As fast as possible. We stand no chance against a danger like this..”, said Zemo, the pack’s Beta and Second-in-Command.

Rumlow growled enraged. You cringed and let out a scared whimper. “This cave is a fucking fortress! They should be unable to beat a path to our door!”, he roared. You flinched even more and started to tremble. The Alpha had never been an easy man to deal with. During the past few years he had become aggressive and unpredictable. A man who always wanted to get his way. And as the Alpha of his own pack he got it most of the time.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed hold of your neck and dragged you towards the talking men. Where von Strucker was missing, as you noticed now. Your body froze instinctively as soon as you felt the hand around your neck. Every single part of you wanted to disappear, but you didn’t dare moving so as not to provoke the predator in your back. After all, he could easily kill you without giving you any possibilities to prevent it.

Your Alpha and his Second-in-Command looked in your direction. They were not amused – to say the least. “How dare you spying on us, Omega?”, Rumlow hollered. You flinched, despite the still firm grip around your neck. “Y/N came here to read a book two hours ago. It’s not her fault that you started asking questions without making sure there’s no one to overhear you if it shall be kept private.”, Josef said calm.

Thankfulness made your knees week. It wasn’t often that someone stood up for you. Especially not against the pack’s Alpha. The dark-haired man did not tolerate his subordinates to have opinions that didn’t match his. Rumlow growled, but didn’t tackle the older man. Keepers of Tales were persons to be respected, after all.

“Leave and let us men take care of this.”, the Alpha snarled finally in your direction. A second later you were released. At this point, you should have simply left. By Brock’s standards, he was very nice to you. But somehow you felt brave. Maybe it was the support Josef had provided you with. You dared to open your mouth. “What about the old evacuation tunnel? The Alpha of Avengers has been part of our pack. Long enough to know about it.”, you remarked.

A second later, you received a resounding slap in the face. You collided with a shelf. It knocked the wind out of your lungs. For a few moments, you saw nothing but stars. There would definitely be bruises in a couple hours. “Nobody can enter the cave through that tunnel. You join the others and wait for further orders, Omega.”, the Alpha snarled. You left the library as fast as possible. The dark-haired pack leader could be unbearable even in his best mood. And because of the attack he was in foul mood.

Instead of returning to your accommodation, you headed to the old escape tunnel. Rumlow might believe that it was no threat, but you didn’t share his opinion. And despite everything, you simply had to protect your pack if it was in your power to do so.

Nobody paid you the slightest attention. The pack had become an anthill due to the attack. Rumours of it had spread already throughout the entire pack. They were too worried about their own lives and their relatives – nobody spared a thought about the pack’s social misfit. You appreciated the change. Always being picked on consumed a lot of energy.

As soon as you stepped into the old emergency tunnel, your body changed into its anthromorph shape. Beside your wolfish ears and tail, your feet and hands turned into paws. Your face became the one of a wolf. Within seconds your whole body was covered with fur. It was an instinct you neither could nor wanted to fight.

You had only gotten over with about half of the way when you heard voices. Unfamiliar voices. Your hackles rose. Intruders. And they were already halfway through the old tunnel. Suddenly, you felt fear. The urge to protect your pack by leaving for the old tunnel all alone had been impulsive and reckless. You had never learned how to fight. Not even some basics to protect yourself. And whoever was there in front of you had to be some of the best fighters the Avengers pack had. After all, they entered the enemies’ base - with no backup.

Every instinct told you to run. As soon and as fast as possible. In contrast to the intruders you knew the traps and could fairly easy avoid them - as long as you were careful. If they tried to follow you, the traps would do the rest. Back in the main cave, you could inform the warriors so they could take care of left over enemies.

At the very second you wanted to put it into action, when something caught your eye. Or rather, your ears. It was completely silent. Even though the tunnels resounded. It could mean only one thing: the intruders had detected your presence. Maybe they didn’t know exactly where you were, but they knew that you had to be close. Your body froze completely.

Your mind raced a mile a minute. There was no way to escape the hostile warriors. They would start searching for you any second. And when they found you, you were practically dead. Running back inside of the cave was effectively suicide with all the traps. It was impossible to run for your life and avoid them. You squared your shoulders. If you were dead anyways you could try to hinder the intruders. And maybe even take one or two of them to your grave. And with a lot of luck, somebody might take notice of what happened.

Your fur was still ruffled up due to your fear, but you faced the direction where the Intruders had to be once more. The corners of your mouth drew back farther and farther. Instinctively you bared your teeth and started to growl deeply. But at the same time, your ears were laid back against your head. Your tail was a little less than horizontal and fully puffed up.

On stiff legs you rounded the corner. Right behind it stood five Werewolves. Three men and two women. All of them were armed for close and long distance fights. They wore black clothes – you would bet they were made of Kevlar. In contrast to you, who had only teeth and claws. A young man with raven hair smirked. “Are you the best defender your pack has for this old tunnel? Even the traps have been more of an obstacle than you will be.”, he said condescendingly.

A second later, you assaulted him. The black-haired had your sharp teeth in his shoulder and your paws clawing at his upper arms before he could react. One of his pack comrades gasped surprised. They had known that your confidence and displaying had been a play to hide your fear and insecurity. That you might actually attack one of them had never crossed their minds. They didn’t even think about attacking you.

Suddenly, a massive hand grabbed your neck. It made your body stiffen in an instant. A second later, you felt a huge muscular body right behind you. Your hair stood on edge. There weren’t five enemies in this cave. It was a squad of six. And you had one of them in your back. “Release him and return to your human shape.”, said a deep voice next to your ear. He spoke calm and quiet, but it was none the less an order. And that man expected you to obey.

You did as demanded. Slowly so your movements wouldn’t provoke violence or further aggressions against you. “How bad are the injuries, Loki?”, asked the man behind you. “It hurts but I can still fulfil my duties.”, answered the man you had just attacked. Apparently his name was Loki. He examined his wounds but they had almost stopped bleeding.

“Anyways, my pride is hurt far worse. I didn’t expect her being that…fierce.”, he added and glanced in your direction. The man behind you simply chuckled. “Attacks are not always born from aggression. It can be because of fear as well.”, said a dark-skinned man. “I’ll keep it in mind from now on.”, Loki answered with a bow of his head. The dark-skinned had to stand above him in the hierarchy.

“Back to you, Little One. I want to avoid any unnecessary deaths. But if you try to pull a stand none of us will hesitate to kill you. Understood?”, the Alpha behind you asked. His hand was still firmly closed around your neck. A not so low-key reminder that you were still at his mercy. That he could kill you whenever he pleased. “Yes.”, you managed to pant out the words.

Very slowly he released his hold on your neck. You took a deep breath to calm down your nerves. But your body was still shaking from fear and adrenaline. “If you cooperate with us, you have nothing to fear, Little One.”, the man behind you said. To your surprise, his voice was soft and gentle.

You turned around slowly. Still aware that you could be dead any second – though you believed the faceless man from an hostile pack. When you finally faced him, your heart skipped a beat. He was tall and extremely muscular. His brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. Sharp blue eyes that surveyed every move you made. Ears and tail were relaxed, yet highly self-confident. His whole posture spoke of the power this man possessed.

James Buchanan Barnes. The Alpha of the Avengers pack. One of the most powerful men in the world.

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[nofoundboy]

I have a pretty cute request, for the slashers (you can write whoever!) where there s/o puts makeup on them and makes them feel pretty? bonus if they called them pretty boy

Omg this is such a cute request! Love it and Í hope you like it since I love to do it

Bubba Sawyer

-You know I had to choose him

-Bubba really likes makeup, but until you came, he didn't thought about make up in his actual face, just on his Pretty Lady mask

-Of course you helped him with it, but once he started to take off his mask with you around, you decided to try to convince him

-He was kind of weary, if Drayton knew, he will never hear the end of it

-So you told him that you would only do it at night in his room, with the door closed

-It was hard, 'cause you tickled him with the brushes a lot and he couldn't stop giggling but at the end, he was just anxious for the closeness that you two had

-Your hands were so soft with him, something he had never experimented before, as he was so used to the violent and hard touches of his brothers

-"Oh my god, Bubba..." you didn't wanted to scare him, so you put your hands over his

- He was, indeed, kind of worried but a big and bright smile started to spread on your face

-"You are such a pretty boy, look" you pass him the mirror and he, indeed, looked wonderful

- You put a light purple shadow over his eyes, lots of mascara at the point where his eyelashes touch his eyebrows, adorable pink cheeks and cherry lips

-He made a curious sound, a mix between happiness and surprise, he didn't want to wake his brothers with his sounds but he was really happy with the results

-"So pretty...pretty boy..." you whispered against his cheek before kissing him, being really careful with his makeup

-He started giggling, spreading little kisses all over your face, his way of thanking you for the makeup and the compliment

Nubbins Sawyer

-With him, you have to be very patient, as he's not used in the slightest to staying still

-He only agreed to it because it give him the chance to be really close to you

-But you really wanted to try it with him, as you knew he would look really good with some eyeliner

-He never stopped to groping you, touching you at the slightest movement you make. Sometimes making you giggle or getting you hot and flustered

-"Please! Just stay still a little longer" you pleaded while adding the final touches

-He indulged you after a convincing kiss

-"Oh, Nubbins!" you exclaimed, holding him by the shoulders

-He took the mirror from your hands and stare intently at his image

-You added glitter to his birthmark, which surprised him greatly and was what most caught his attention.

-He liked the eyeliner, it looked pretty good on him, but he never expected you to do that with his birthmark. It was one of the first things they noticed about his appearance and made people prejudge him, even before he showed how dangerous he really was.

-He thought you would probably try to cover it up, assuming you were trying to give him a more normal appearance.

-But you did just the opposite, and that surprised him enormously, as well as moved him, of course it was something he didn't know how to express well in words.

-"You're a really pretty boy, Nubbins" you said, caressing his birthmark carefully.

-He didn't say anything, he simply cradled you in his arms and hid his face in your neck, placing numerous kisses there.

Brahms Heelshire

-"If you stay still a while longer, we'll bathe together later."

-You had made him many such promises during the time you were making him up, for he just kept trying to get up or complaining about the time it was taking you.

-It wasn't as impossible as before to get him out of his mask, but he still felt quite insecure about his face, so you wanted to cheer him up somehow.

-You didn't touch the burned part of his face, as you knew it was quite sensitive due to the little care he had been given, even after years.

-You did, however, take great pains with the free part of his face.

-The eyeliner and shadows you applied made him look like a rock star, and the slight gloss on his lips gave him a very seductive look.

-"Brahms…" you whispered, watching him closely when you were done

-"Y/N! Let me see! Let me see!" he exclaimed, as demanding as ever, tugging at your hand for the mirror.

-A big gasp escaped his lips

-He never thought he could look so good. Ever since you began your relationship, you had been showering him with compliments, which didn't stop when he decided it was time to show you his face.

-And although he appreciated that you liked him even with his scars from the fire, he didn't really consider his face to be something that could be defined as beautiful, no matter that the other side of his face was intact, it just couldn't look that way.

-Until now, you so beautifully highlighted his features.

-"My pretty, pretty boy" you ran a finger gently across his glossy lips.

-Brahms was not self-conscious with you, but now, thanks to the confidence the makeup gave him, he decided to thank you for what you had done, also to show you that he was more than just a pretty boy.

Lester Sinclair

-"Aw, that tickles," said Lester with a chuckle as he felt the brush on his eyelids.

-"Wait a little longer, I'm almost done," you replied without stopping. He didn't want you to stop either, as he found your expression of concentration, with furrowed eyebrows and tight lips quite attractive.

-You finished applying the shadow and finally moved on to his lips, which you colored a vibrant red.

-Lester!" you exclaimed as you turned away from him and were finally able to gaze at him.

-He quickly took the mirror from your hands, anticipating a good result thanks to the impressed smile you were giving him.

-Not that Lester wasn't already handsome in your eyes, but you had managed to highlight his features and the slight wildness of his look thanks to the makeup, so you thought it was an impressive effect.

-"Oh sweetpea… I can't believe it's me," he murmured, still looking incredulous.

-He looked so good, you kept thinking that he looked perfect for a Cabaret performance, and that made your thoughts immediately travel to less pure matters.

-"Well believe it, honey. You're such a pretty boy," and the tone in which you said that made him blush.

-"And what…are you going to do with this pretty boy?" he didn't believe those words had come out of his mouth, but he guessed that the makeup and your compliments had been responsible for his sublime confidence.

-"I have a couple of things on my mind…" was what you whispered before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him to you. His makeup would probably end up ruined.

Josef

-"I don't know…I'm not sure about this" was the first thing Josef said to you when you proposed to make him up.

-Even so, it was hard for Josef to say no to you. Although he liked to show his dominance and control, he always liked to give you what you wanted when it came to small pleasures.

-You looked so enthusiastic about the very idea that he couldn't resist any longer, finally agreeing to it.

-Besides, he was quite curious about what you were going to do with his face.

-You knew that you had to compensate him somehow for letting you make him up, so you didn't hesitate to do it through physical closeness.

-You asked him to lie down on the bed, then you straddled his lap.

-"Uh, wow" was all Josef could say, amidst giggles and other exclamations of surprise on his part.

-You opted for discreet colors, although thanks to his hair and beard, you were dying to see him with a more elaborate make-up, maybe a corpse paint.

-You didn't want to overwhelm him with all the makeup needed for something like this.

-So you simply used eyeliner and plenty of black shadow under his eyes, applying the latter with your fingers.

-"Shit…" you whispered as you finished.

-Joseph stared at you for a long time, wondering about the reason for your reaction, then he picked up the mirror you had left next to him and with delight, you saw the way his eyes got bigger.

-"I always wanted to be a pretty boy," he murmured, still looking at himself.

-"And you are, a very pretty boy…man…well" you giggled

-"Are you calling me old?" Josef finally peeled the mirror away from his face, with a fake expression of indignation.

-"Nope. I'm calling you sexy" and that shut his mouth, he agreed. You had managed to make him look like a rock star. Brutal and mysterious.

-Thank you, I'd like to do this again," was all he said before he grabbed you by the waist, pulled you to him and devoured your lips with passion.

Leslie Vernon

-"I mean…sure, why not."

-Leslie was already used to the makeup, being one of the indispensable things in his "work uniform."

-Although for him, makeup was something rather practical and necessary to avoid breaking the illusion or to accentuate the terror. While he added artistic points to his passion (which he certainly saw as art), he did not take many creative liberties with it.

-Given that his usual makeup was quite dark and monochromatic, you went for something colorful and very editorial.

-You were no expert, but you let yourself be guided by what you had seen in magazines and celebrities.

-Meanwhile, Leslie took the opportunity to caress your sides, over and under your clothes, making you stop for the tickling.

-"Are you done?" he would ask whenever he got bored, which, since he always had a lot of energy and a need to move, happened often.

-"Every time you ask me if I'm done, I decide to take 5 more minutes," you threatened with a smile, not even when he treacherously decided to tickle you to stop you.

-"Well…I'm done," you said breathlessly between laughter and astonishment.

-Leslie took the mirror from your hands and looked at himself carefully.

-You applied plenty of blue shadow until it touched the edges of his face and his lips glowed an explosive pink.

-"I look like a model or something" he didn't look particularly enthusiastic, but he didn't seem to dislike it either, he was just surprised.

-"It was easy, you're handsome. With makeup you're a complete pretty boy" your work had dazzled you as well as give you the confidence to flatter him so directly.

-"Repeat hat" His big, bright smile only accentuated how handsome he looked in makeup, making you even more nervous.

-"You hear me…" and then, at your vague and nervous response, Leslie knew he had to use coercion, so he began to kiss your neck, knowing full well that he would leave his lipstick marks there and just seeing them in the mirror would make you embarrassed.

-"Damn pretty boy," you whispered, surrendering to what he let out a laugh.

Martin Mathias

-I don't know…I've never done anything like that." Even though you were in your house, safe from any comment or attack from Cuda, Martin was still hesitant. What if he looked ridiculous? He didn't want to look bad in your eyes

-You assured him that this was impossible, and seeing your enthusiasm, he couldn't help but go along with it.

-He had put on make-up beforehand, just to scare the old man with the vampire thing, but he didn't count it since it was more of a simple and crude disguise.

-You, meanwhile, could think of a thousand and one ways to explore his face, given the beautiful features he possessed.

-As you sat on his lap while he lay on your bed, the pleasant warmth in his belly that only manifested itself when he was with you reappeared, relaxing him a little at a time.

-He was so still that you were able to finish the make-up without any difficulty, and as you looked at him without needing to add any more details, you couldn't help but exclaim.

-"I think you're the prettiest boy on earth," you blurted out, noting the way his eyes stood out thanks to the somewhat dramatic eyeliner you had applied.

-With a blush that didn't belong to your makeup, Martin stood up to take the mirror from your hands and look at himself.

-His already androgynous and elegant appearance had been accentuated by the red shadow, cat-like eyeliner and glossy lips.

-I like it…thank you," he replied, still looking at himself, so surprised by how different he looked, yet fully identifying his features.

-Martin knew he was attractive, but the fact that you thought he surpassed anyone else made him feel comforted and more confident than he had ever been.

-You looked at him with so much affection, so much love and so much desire that he couldn't help but kiss you, so softly that you had no choice but to deepen the kiss, ruin the lipstick and seek all the contact you needed.

[nofoundboy]

HELLO THERE 👀

Masterlist

Ao3

(in ao3 I just work with my ships)

First:

I write only for male/nonbinary/gender non conforming readers. Transfem readers are welcome too if they want representation.

All the hcs and imagines and stuff are female and as a trans dude myself, I want to write for the ones who struggle to find things with male/gn pronouns.

If you're female I can't stop you to interact here but please, don't be disrespectful. This profile is a safe space for all the LGBTIQ+

Requests are: OPEN

Current Requests: 5

Kiss Prompt thing

Who I write for:

Slashers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Michael Myers

RZ Michael Myers

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Billy Lenz

Poly Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Mickey Altieri

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

Jesse Chromeans (Chromeskull)

Leslie Vernon

Billy Chapman

Kurt Kunkle

Josef (Creep)

Pennywise (2017 version)

Norman Bates

Tiffany Valentine

Carrie White

Martin (1977)

Ash Williams (I know he's not an slasher stfu)

Star Wars

Obi-wan Kenobi

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Lando Carlisian

Qui-Gon Jinn

Rey

Jynn Erso

Marvel

Peter Parker (any version)

Stephen Strange/Dr Strange

Otto Octavius

Arthur Harrow

Khonshu

Bucky Barnes

Pietro Maximoff (any version)

Loki

Sylvie

Mantis

Deadpool

DC

Joker/Arthur Fleck

Joker (Heath Ledger)

Jerome Valeska

Edward Nygma/Nashton (any version)

Oswald Cobblepot (any version)

Jonathan Crane

Abner Krill (Polka Dot Man)

Harley Quinn

Barry Allen (Ezra Miller's, I didn't watch the show)

Ratcatcher 2

Bruce Wayne/Batman (any version)

Clark Kent/Superman (any version except Smallville one)

Other characters I write for

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Will Byers

Eddie Munson

Beetlejuice

Dewey Riley

Jimmy Mcgill/Saul Goodman

Hutch Mansell

Dewey Finn

Tommy Bomowski (Coach Boomer)

Jareth The Goblin King

Abe Sapiens

Jason Dean

Robert Van Helsing

Dennis Rafkin

Ships I write for

Zsaszmask

Vigilmaker

Nygmobblepot

Octogoblin

Lokius

Stuilly

Batjokes

Harlivy

Stucky

Jinnobi

Sambucky

Harkrill

Danbert

Spideypool

Josef x Aaron

Josef x Sara

What I write

Headcanons

One-shots

Fluff

Angst

Nsfw

What I don't write

Full fics (only one-shots and headcanons)

Incest

Omegaverse

P3d0phil14

Any bathroom kink.